Hoping For Too Much.
all the songs you write
leave ’em hanging on
every word that you whisper
’til nobody sings along
and the truth comes out
just like those lies
you can change your look
but you can’t ever change those minds
caught on the aeroplanes
shut up and turn the page
or do you keep hope in
“tomorrow’s another day!“
and the wrongs you right
leave you pining for
a “well done, son“
or a chester-pin-it-on
head down hand out
something’s wrong
’cos you’ve been hoping for too much
for too long
and the roses sprout
deeper underground
leave you wondering
what it was that you never found
...
head down hand out
something’s wrong
you’ve been hoping for too much
for too long
now it’s clear as night
no-one’s hanging on
when the new day comes
but tomorrow is long gone
and i’m caught out
still hanging on
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