From the high times to the low times Tell me what you're doing boy Get your feet back on the ground again Hit it up, higher and higher now Like you've been awake all night with those Spills and pills - I tell you now you're losing it Get your head out of the sand and Open your eyes, you will see All of God's creatures - a misery Some fantasy I don't believe that fatalism is an end in itself Between the bottles the sun will still rise It seems the good must surely go to heaven and I ain't got a thing to worry about Because complacency told me not to bother And hypocrisy told me something else again 24 hours a day, seven days a week A misery Some fantasy But I don't have to throw my life away But I would gladly give it to you, oh Darling forever ain't long enough Love must last longer than time itself Better than... some fantasy 24 hours a day, seven days a week Some fantasy