How many times must 
I get upLook out and see the same old view, view?
How many times must 
I wear the same old things?
And hear the same old things that 
I do, I do
How many times must 
I clean this face, my face?
And how many times must 
I shine my shoes, oh 
Lord, Lord?
How many times must 
I drink the same old drink
And dream the same old dreams that 
I do?Because 
I, I know one thing
There ain't nothing that could ever ease the pain
But for your line and mine
I want that loving again, again
How many times must 
I pass your place, your place?
And how many times must 
I follow you, you?
How many times must 
I see the same old things
When all I should be seeing is you?
Because I, 
I know one thing
There ain't nothing that could ever ease the pain
But for your line and mine
I want that love again, again, again
Must I follow you?
Must I wear the same old things?