Everyone said take a sip from your tea of tears nobody cried for the passing of the lonely years flat on my back as I heard them calling out my name a lady in black thank the gathering for all who came
We'll get by but we don't know how
When I was young little children how we used to play chase the blues and the shadow lies away oh how our laughter filled the air leave it to the other fools to care
We'll get by but we don't know how
Wallpapered halls Looking back at what it cost the factory calls finding days that we thought we lost our little men did they really expect to win? when morning it stands between the piety and gin