When Misfortune has worn out its welcome
And i'm turning to my crystal ball
And i look for my future;
All that i see
Is a crack 'round reality.
It's a pity to wish on that
Bright star
Send yourself sailing the River of Hope
But it keeps you going
And you have no way of knowing
That your words ain't gonna do
No good.
But i'll wait
As long as it takes
For my lover to come through
If i must pine
'Til next season
That's what i'll do.
It's such a shame
To bask in the moonlight
Paints everything a deceptive hue
And tomorrow when you wake
It will be all the same
As it was before.
