Another day
Workin' towards the sunshine
Where I played at age
No younger than 8 or 9
When everything was fine
The world was only mine
But lately it's been gray
But why?
I haven't had the time
To find what I had lost
When I was 8 or 9
The most precious part
Of any boy's life
Flies away on the tail end of his kite
Until tonight
Workin' toward
The sunshine