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 pa** 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?