On To Happier Things...
On to happier things
All the colors of spring
Wild at heart, your eyes like stars
Hear the birds as they sing
Morning songs that they bring
Look ahead to what's not said
Try to see what's not seen
Be a good human being
You can't trade places with anyone
And everybody knows their own pain
Running in circles beneath this same damn sun
In this way we are the same
Just like heaven and hell
Much the same can't you tell
It's where you're leaning, your life gets its meaning
It's the soul that you sell
Or the time that you fell
In love with another or took on a lover
But when love seems lost on the distance high
Like shooting arrows through the sun
I stumble out beneath the clear blue sky
And try to find myself some fun
I'm trying to find myself some fun
Trying to find myself some...
fun, fun, fun