When the sky is brighter canary yellow
I forget every cloud I've ever seen,
So they called me a cockeyed optimist
Immature and incurably green
I have heard people rant and rave and bellow
That we're done and we might as well be dead,
But I'm only a cockeyed optimist
And I can't get it into my head
I hear the human race
Is fallin' on its face
And hasn't very far to go,
But every whippoorwill
Is sellin' me a bill
And tellin' me it just ain't so
I could say life is just a bowl of Jello
And appear more intelligent and smart,
But I'm stuck like a dope
With a thing called hope,
And I can't get it out of my heart
Not this heart
