I don't know, what's it all about,
Why we are here ,for fear and doubt
I know it's a gift, all our love and stuff
But you know at times, it's not enough;
It's just that, happy is hard to find,
Yet if I leave a little bit of kind,
For one of those who's said,
Look past my eyes, inside I'm dead;
Good and bad on the knife edge
Is the thin end of the wedge
I Cannot tell you what it's all for
But it's not bad karma, or cosmic law
So if you listen well and listen true
Here's my secret for getting through
I wear a wise man's words over my heart
Knowing that, they'll never depart;
And when the blackening comes once more
I take a pinch of magic from my pocket
And I laugh the gray away
I laugh the gray away
I Don't think of that, which may not
There's plenty with what you've got
You can rage against the gods and fate
But on your last day, you'll not be late
Kept safe within a locket
Words once said to a child
Always check your pocket
Then run on, live life wild
I wear a wise man's words over my heart
To keep them safe within this locket
And when the blackening comes once more
I take a pinch of magic from my pocket
And I laugh the gray away, I laugh the gray away