You will never see me Walking round feeling low You will never hear, there Goes a man who doesn't know Too many roads to walk Too many things to do Too many words to talk Moments too few I don't think you know, though You've been told a million times It's not clear to see unless You read in between the lines Look out your window When did it start? Nothing's for certain It's just a part If you're feeling low, no And your world comes tumbling down If you see hard times, stop Better take a look around Good things must end They never last Look to tomorrow Forget the past