I can see it in the morning light
Not so sure of this when black is night
With the promise of each brand new day
Comes the likelihood that I will stray
Filled with crushed hopes and some broken dreams
Dissapointed or so it seems

I have to tell myself to hold on tight
And that everything will be alright
All of this madness is out of my range
And so I tell you that things must change

Outlook negative prognosis grim
Horizon fading still it is growing dim
No more things to protest or discuss
Inconsequential please don't cause a fuss