Ain't it hard when you wake up in the morning And you find out that those other days are gone? All you have is memories of happiness lingering on All your dreams and your lovers won't protect you They're only passing through you in the end They'll leave you stripped of all that they can get to And wait for you to come back again Yet still a light is shining from that lamp on down the hall Maybe the star of Bethlehem wasn't a star at all