No rain shall fall on my parade
My love let the sun rise again
You gotta work it out to make it right
Five or ten years down the line you’ll see
If you worked it out, made it right
You’d realise it’s meant to be

Back where I belong
Here we go again
Where [bad word] from if you get knocked down
Then you get back up again

Back where I belong
I heard you lost a friend
Where [bad word] from if you get knocked down
Then you get back up again