Ain´t it hard
when you wake up
in the morning
And you find out
that those other days

are gone?
All you have
is memories of happiness
Lingerin´ on.
All your dreams
and your lovers
won´t protect you,
They´re only passing
through you in the end.
They´ll leave
you stripped of all
that they can get to,
And wait for you
to come back again.
Yet still a light is shining
From that lamp on down the hall.
Maybe the star of Bethlehem
Wasn´t a star at all.