Some days I feel like crying. Don’t matter if it’s rain or shine. I feel like my heart was broken at least a million times.
Some days I wake up dreaming. Feels like I’m never even woke. I answer life’s big questions, as if it’s one big joke.
Maybe it’s too soon be sure but I really do believe that some day we’re gonna have it all. So I try so hard to keep the rhythm of a train rolling right along—when the ride gets rough you’ve got to carry on.
Some days I feel like singing. I sit back and just groove the day away. Maybe I pick up a guitar and play what I want to play.
Today I feel like laughing; seems to be no reason at all. And if the world stops spinning, I’m not afraid to fall.