When you're falling awake and you take
stock of the new day
And you hear your voice croak as you choke
on what you need to say
Well, don't you fret, don't you fear
I will give you good cheer.
Life's a long song. Life's a long song. Life's a long song.
If you wait then your plate I will fill.
As the verses unfold and your soul
suffers the long day
And the twelve o'clock gloom spins the room
you struggle on your way.
Well, don't you sigh, don't you cry
Lick the dust from your eye.
Life's a long song. Life's a long song. Life's a long song.
We will meet in the sweet light of dawn.
As the Baker Street train spills your pain
all over your new dress
And the symphony sounds underground
put you under duress
Well don't you squeal as the heel
Grinds you under the wheel.
Life's a long song. Life's a long song. Life's a long song.
But the tune ends too soon for us all.
