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 pass 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?
