There can be but better ways

From yesterdays to me

Somewhere there are better days

For better ways to be

Sunny days have funny ways

Of quieting the roar

Is it still a blessed thing

To live and live some more



Chorus:

And I'm left with the truth

And I'm right in my mind

Given some of the time

Maybe never!!!

So I walk in these shoes

When I feel it's the blues

If it ain't it will do

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah



I woke up early one morning

Like I'd been under a spell

Gazed into the mirrored reflection

Said I had to do it or else



Chorus:

And I'm left with the truth

And I'm right in my mind

Given some of the time

Maybe never!!!

So I walk in these shoes

When I feel it's the blues

If it ain't it will do

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah





ooooooohhh!!

Things are true



There can be but better ways

From yesterdays to me

Somewhere there are better days

For better ways to be

Sunny days have funny ways

Of quieting the roar

Is it still a blessed thing

To live and live some more



Chorus:

And I'm left with the truth

And I'm right in my mind

Given some of the time

Maybe never!!!

So I walk in these shoes

When I feel it's the blues

If it ain't it will do

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah




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