When the day is growing longer
And your patience growing short
And your appetite is stronger
For the fights you never fought
When you just can't see the right road
For the reasons to be wrong
There has to be a million reasons
Why you'd be better off Singing my song
Haven't we had a few good years Now haven't we
And haven't we had our laughs along the way
Oh and didn't we run In the morning sun
When the morning sun was a crimson rose
And the day was a friendly hand
That closed around us
So you never made your fortune
And you never found your fame
And a very small proportion
Of the good things ever came
And you say you've had that time or two
When life has done you wrong
But I tell you quite sincerely
You'd be better off Singing my song
Haven't we had a few good seasons haven't we
And haven't we had our laughs along the way
Oh and didn't we ride
On the evening tide
When the rising moon was a silver bird
And the night was a tender song we heard around us
Yes it hasn't been so bad, now has it
Oh and didn't we run In the morning sun
When the morning sun was a crimson rose
And the day was a friendly hand
That closed around us
Oh and didn't we ride On the evening tide
When the rising moon was a silver bird
And the night was a tender song we heard around us