Some-

times

a

drift-

er,

Some-

times

a

peace-

ful

man.

Years

and

years

of

tal-

kin',

Though

litt-

le

to

un-

der-

stand.

Where

does

love

go

When

it

flies

a-

way?

I

would

think

that

it

would

last

Till

the

end

of

time.

Some-

times

a

drun-

kard,

Some-

times

a

ho-

ly

man.

Years

and

years

of

fal-

ling,

With

lit-

tle

to

un-

der-

Why

do

we

think

we

are

The

on-

ly

ones

that

real-

ly

mat-

ter,

To

e-

very-

one

in

the

whole,

Wide

world?

Some-

times

a

hus-

band,

Some-

times

a

sing-

le

dad.

Years

and

years

of

try-

ing

To

not

be

so

dark

and

sad.

When

does

this

Life

be-

come

eas-

i-

er?

I

would

think

all

of

this

Work

would

be

worth

some-

thing.

Some-

times

I'm

hap-

py,

Of-

ten

times

not

so.

Years

and

years

of

wan-

dering,

Not

know-

ing

where

to

go.

How

do

you

do?

Good

to

know

you.

May

we

find,

in

our

to-

ge-

ther-

ness,

Ho-

nest

How

do

you

do?

Good

to

know

you.

Ho-

nest

May

we

find,

in

our

to-

ge-

ther-

ness,

Ho-

nest

joy.