It all seems so obvious now
When I look back over my life
There were times that I really felt down
But in these hours of serious doubt
Through the coal black lonely night
Something told me, "it'll work out"
The bad times will be gone
"Hold your horses", a willow tree cried
While the sun called to me, "where's the fire?"
"Run your course my feverish child,"
Came a voice from even higher
But angels know us darling
It all seems so obvious now
When I look back over my life
There's a need for sorrow and doubt
For darkness and for light
The bad time will be gone