Some people never find joy in the present,
They cling to their woe and their sorrow,
Missing the blessings right under their noses.
While dreaming of good things tomorrow.
Some folks don't notice the sun when it's shining
Or hear when the songbirds are singing,
They're so busy looking across the horizon.
To see what the future is bringing
Some never think life is good at the moment.
To them it is futile and hollow.
So with a shrug and a sigh of self-pity.
They sit down and wait for tomorrow
They cling to their woe and their sorrow,
Missing the blessings right under their noses.
While dreaming of good things tomorrow.
Some folks don't notice the sun when it's shining
Or hear when the songbirds are singing,
They're so busy looking across the horizon.
To see what the future is bringing
Some never think life is good at the moment.
To them it is futile and hollow.
So with a shrug and a sigh of self-pity.
They sit down and wait for tomorrow
