you talk about the things you've got but a whole lot of things don't mean a lot you talk about the good times you've had but time is just a place and things they waste away so what is a lot of nothing
facing all the same tomorrows
now your people's gone and you're left standing all alone you're right back where it started when you try again just face it with a grin and good fortunes'll come your way tomorrow
facing all the same tomorrows
you think you are so very young you know all that songs that've been sung you know you're in for just a delusion when you turn around and find yourself back on the ground you'll be facing all the same tomorrows
facing all the same tomorrows
so listen to me my friend don't turn your back again to what you think is sorrow cuz life is just a murk in the fog you're just a drip and you are really going nowhere