If I get the chance to live on long enough for someone to call me wise I yearn to tell them things will not always work out But its okay you believed they would You can draw a tiny house with a yellow sun in the corner of the page Paint the roof brick red Place a blue car next to a tree Remember to draw a smile on the boys’ and girl’s faces This will be your work of art and it deserves a place on the wall As this drawing is replaced with another You’ll start to wonder why The windows were always closed Inside, there might be two lonely people With an insatiable desire to get over with the day I must tell them some nights They’ll cry themselves to sleep And the next day will still carry its memory Although very soon, between now and then While the clouds above the house remain blue A time would have passed by Making the memory a part of itself And you’ll start to wonder why You only drew the front view of this house.