this is a classic rock ditty reminissent of maybe petty,dylan,or other artists similer styl INVALID
hard times and good times in life go hand in hand, sometimes we need to break out of the bad into the good.
our life is fading in the dust, each day we live is getting worse, everything we do turns to rust , seems like were on a downward course ,now we got to find a way, got to find a way,got to find a way to make it through, all my days, i walked with my head up high, never looking back on those harder days, always soaring higher, up to the sky , now i think i've got to change my ways, dreams are all goin down the drain ,wives i've had they were just a pain ,seeing shadows of lonelyness, and if it don't ryme its just too bad, and we've got to find a way ,got to find a way, got to find a way to make it through, remembering a case of champaine for two, walking down the beach just me and you,sailing on the wooden boat on the lake, please don't say it was all a mistake,and we got to find a way,got to find a way ,got to find a way to make it through, now i'm dreaming about paradice ,but i'm sitting in water as cold as ice, thinking about a better life ,maybe as a poet with a guitar, and we've got to find a way, got to find a way ,got to find a way to make it through.