It’s not an ideal world, And it’s no good expecting it to be. We don’t live in an ideal world. It’s not an ideal world, And I’ve come to embrace that fact, ’Cos what good is good, With no bad to hide away from? What good is good, If it’s all you’ve ever had? What good is good, With no bad to hide away from? What good is good if there’s no bad?
It’s not a perfect place, But who wants perfection I say? Trouble and strife are all part of the life I love. We’re not a perfect race, But somehow I like it that way, ’Cos what fun is fun, With no sorrow to contend with? What fun is fun, If it’s always in the air? What fun is fun, With no sorrow to contend with? What fun is fun if it’s always there?
It’s not a new approach to life, I’m sure, But it’s the one I apply, To every day that goes by. I just want reality – nothing more… It’s far from perfect, but then, so am I.
It’s not an ideal world, but I still love it so. I’ll take the pleasure with the pain, again and again. It’s not an ideal world. It stopped being one long ago. We can’t retrieve it, so let’s leave it, And what will be will be. It’s not an ideal world, and that’s fine with me.