When the morning comes and my optimism grows.
Can't paint your life with the same * brushes them.
They're just testing us to think they're always right.
Let them drag you down to where they are.
Dry your eyes,
you got nothing you gotta be crying about.
Dry your eyes,
they're only words,
yes words can sometimes hurt.
Let me feel your heart go through the fog and mist and rain.
Dry your eyes and drive them once again.
Well the evening comes and my optimism's still here.
It
doesn't seem to really want to leave.
My heart is in my head and my head is in the clouds.
Maybe that's why they don't truly understand me.
Dry your eyes,
you got nothing you gotta be crying about.
Dry your eyes,
they're only words,
yes words can sometimes hurt.
Let me feel your heart
go through the fog and mist and rain.
Dry your eyes and drive them once again.
Dry your eyes,
you got nothing you gotta be crying about.
Dry your eyes,
they're only words,
yes words can sometimes hurt.
Let me feel your heart go through the fog and mist and rain.
Dry your eyes and drive them once again.