Из альбома: Kleptomania
Keep telling myself,
Day after day I go on and on,
So I appeal to the god above,
A million men go marching on,
They look at the moon but I look at the sun,
Because I believe in something else,
Helping me through when my soul is spent.
It's something that's in me,
Something that drives me on,
When I wanna give up,
I just keep repeating,
The world is so wonderful,
I tell myself.
And everything's alright,
Everything's alright I keep telling myself,
There must be a reason,
There's got to be something else,
'Cos of what's gone on.