Better Times — текст песни (Kessler Barbara)

Hey, why so sad, why so heavy all the time you ask
I say, Hey, it`s not my nature to call it a half full glass
There`s a man I could love he`s just the same
We love to get together and complain
Sometimes we drive on Sundays to sit beside the lake
We tease the greedy squirrels they don`t ask before they take
Are we just waiting for our ships to come in
Then will we blow our separate ways again?
Hey hey hey how time flies
When you`re holding out for better times
Well I admit a craving for something square and certain
A house and a yard and a window with curtains
Most days I don`t even think twice
But every path not chosen has its price
Hey hey hey how time flies
When you`re holding out for better times