Good Things - Fritz Kalkbrenner, Mendo

We be facing the sun

Waiting for these things to come

We’re smiling high

Watching the good things passing by

Pretend to feeling fine

But inside we’re crying sometimes

It ain’t what it seems

Nothing but a dream

And the faces get a void

And the lines get to thin

And the roads become uneven

So we don’t know where’ve we been

And those who doubt us

Will soon believe

We’re never supposed to win

Or even to achieve

We be facing the sun

Waiting for these things to come

We’re smiling high

Watching the good things passing by

Pretend to feeling fine

But inside we’re crying sometimes

It ain’t what it seems

Nothing but a dream

And the faces get a void

And the lines get to thin

And the roads become uneven

So we don’t know where’ve we been

And those who doubt us

Will soon believe

We’re never supposed to win

Or even to achieve