Call on you most often when it seems that I will never win,
Getting black and blue, beaten to a pulp by mis-choosed avenues,
Light I see down the street somewhere turns chilly; dark by the time I get there,
Everyone is fooling me with happy smiles and half sympathies.
Some day I'll know you with a smile,
Some day I'll see you like they do.
But for now I'll call on you for help, and cash for bills overdue,
And strenght that I can influence right,
Little one I hold so tight,
Like slingshot breaks, snaps a hand,
I know one day I'll understand.
Some day I'll know you with a smile,
Some day I'll see you like they do.
I call on you most often when it seems that I will never win,
Getting black and blue, beaten to a pulp by mis-choosed avenues,
The light I see down the street somewhere turns chilly; dark by the time I get there.
