Youve got to get up every morning With a smile on your face And show the world All the love in your heart. Then people gonna treat you better. Youre gonna find, yes you will, That youre beautiful as you feel.
Waiting at the station with the workday wind a blowin, Ive got nothing to do but watch the passers by. Mirrored in their faces I see frustration growing, And they dont see it showing. why do i?
I have often asked myself The reason for the sadness In a world where tears are just a lullaby. And if theres any answer, Maybe love can end the madness. Maybe not, oh, but we can only try.