You think you had the last laugh
Now you know this can't be [bad word] 
Even though the sun shines down upon you now
Sometimes you must feel blue
You make the best of each new day
You try not to be sad
Even though the sky falls down upon you
Call it midnight feelin' bad

When you wake up to the promise
Of your dream [bad word] #39; [bad word] 
With one less friend to call on
Was it someone that I knew
Away you will go sailin'
In a race among [bad word] 
If you plan to face tomorrow, do it soon

The road to love is littered
By the bones of other ones
Who by the magic of the moment
Were mysteriously undone
You try to understand it
But you never seem to find
Any kind of [bad word] #39; clean
Is just another state of mind

When you wake up to the promise
Of your dream [bad word] #39; [bad word] 
With one less friend to call on
Was it someone that I knew
Away you will go sailin'
In a race among [bad word] 
If you plan to face tomorrow, do it soon

So take the best of all that's left
You know this cannot last
Even though your mother was you maker
From her apron strings you pass
Just think about the fool
Who by his virtue can be found
In a most unusual situation
Playin' jester to the clown

When you wake up to the promise
Of your dream [bad word] #39; [bad word] 
With one less friend to call on
Was it someone that I knew
Away you will go sailin'
In a race among [bad word] 
If you plan to face tomorrow, do it soon

When you wake up to the promise
Of your dream [bad word] #39; [bad word] 
With one less friend to call on
Was it someone that I knew
Away you will go sailin'
In a race among [bad word] 
If you plan to face tomorrow, do it soon