The sun makes no apologies It falls against the broken sea The wind blows through me like a worn-down boxer He looks his victor in the eye To find what's left of his own pride The bell is ringing and he's not the winner this time
And maybe someday you'll come and save me Just before the midday train comes crashing over to take my number Well could it be, I just believe And only have an optimistic afternoon
If I could change the way I see A glass half-full of guarantees I'll have another from fate's bartender He looks his victim in the eye Never thinks to ask him why The bell is ringing and I'm not the winner this time
And maybe someday you'll come and save me Just before the midday train comes crashing over to take my number Well could it be, I just believe And only have an optimistic afternoon