For have I built a castle upon believing before? I doubt
I have suffered, but my friends say I have learned from it And for have I believed the snow could not be freezing upon the ground
Now my ass is blue and black, but I am sound
And for have I belonged to no one more than fleetingly and in doubt
I have had what now is gone, but still I’ve known them
And for have I, I have absolved myself of demons
I must confess, having known them, growing old then, I will rest
But where are the songs for me to sing along
When I am hoping someone writes one for me and sings me something sweetly
For I promise to sing along and then we’ll both know nothing’s wrong
Singing na, nana, na For have I delivered comfort to the aching and for the tired
With these words of comic wisdom, I have tried
So where are the songs for me to sing along
When I am hoping someone writes one for me and sings me something sweetly
For I promise to sing along and then we’ll both know nothing’s wrong
Singing na, nana na