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When you're falling awake and you take stock of the new day, |
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And you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say, |
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Well, don't you fret, don't you fear, |
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I will give you good cheer. |
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Life's a long song. |
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Life's a long song. |
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Life's a long song. |
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If you wait then your plate i will fill. |
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As the verses unfold and your soul suffers the long day, |
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And the twelve o'clock gloom spins the room, |
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You struggle on your way. |
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Well, don't you sigh, don't you cry, |
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Lick the dust from your eye. |
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Life's a long song. |
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Life's a long song. |
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Life's a long song. |
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We will meet in the sweet light of dawn. |
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As the baker street train spills your pain all over your new dress, |
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And the symphony sounds underground put you under duress, |
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Well don't you squeal as the heel grinds you under the wheel. |
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Life's a long song. |
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Life's a long song. |
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Life's a long song. |
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But the tune ends too soon for us all. |
