How many times must I get up

Look out and see the same old view, view?

How many times must I wear the same old things?

And hear the same old things that I do, I do How many times must I clean this face, my face?

And how many times must I shine my shoes, oh Lord, Lord?

How many times must I drink the same old drink

And dream the same old dreams that I do? Because I, I know one thing

There ain't nothing that could ever ease the pain

But for your line and mine

I want that loving again, again How many times must I pass your place, your place?

And how many times must I follow you, you?

How many times must I see the same old things

When all I should be seeing is you? Because I, I know one thing

There ain't nothing that could ever ease the pain

But for your line and mine

I want that love again, again, again Must I follow you?

Must I wear the same old things?