Y'know you did everything right Tried to be dependable everytime, So it's hard - to understand why You're the one who should find - it harder to sleep at night And get needled by the thought That you may have been mistaken all along, While you wait - wait and wait for a call But the phone it doesn't cry from it's cradle at all It would be something if If somehow after this You could still call yourself - the great optimist So you find somewhere to be Where you don't feel you're caught between And where you won't get crushed by the counterweight That's gonna buckle under the strain of all your disbelief And light comes through the leaves Like bandits shooting at your feet And indeed, there's honour among thieves And the good guys always win the day eventually It would be something if If somehow after this You could still call yourself - the great optimist