Everyone said
take a sip from your tea of tears
nobody cried
for the passing of the lonely years
flat on my back
as I heard them calling out my name
a lady in black
thank the gathering for all who came

We'll get by but we don't know how

When I was young
little children how we used to play
chase the blues and the shadow lies away
oh how our laughter filled the air
leave it to the other fools to care

We'll get by but we don't know how

Wallpapered halls
Looking back at what it cost
the factory calls
finding days that we thought we lost
our little men
did they really expect to win?
when morning it stands
between the piety and gin

We'll get by but we don't know how