| There can be but better ways | |
| From yesterdays to me | |
| Somewhere there are better days | |
| For better ways to be | |
| Sunny days have funny ways | |
| Of quieting the roar | |
| Is it still a blessed thing | |
| To live and live some more | |
| And I'm left with the truth | |
| And I'm right in my mind | |
| Given some of the time | |
| Maybe never | |
| So I walk in these shoes | |
| When I feel it's the blues | |
| If it ain't it will do | |
| Yeah, Yeah, | |
| YeahI woke up early one morning | |
| Like I'd been under a spell | |
| Gazed into the mirrored reflection | |
| Said I had to do it or else | |
| And I'm left with the truth | |
| And I'm right in my mind | |
| Given some of the time | |
| Maybe never | |
| So I walk in these shoes | |
| When I feel it's the blues | |
| If it ain't it will do | |
| Yeah, Yeah, | |
| YeahOoooooohhh | |
| Things are true | |
| There can be but better ways | |
| From yesterdays to me | |
| Somewhere there are better days | |
| For better ways to be | |
| Sunny days have funny ways | |
| Of quieting the roar | |
| Is it still a blessed thing | |
| To live and live some more | |
| And I'm left with the truth | |
| And I'm right in my mind | |
| Given some of the time | |
| Maybe never | |
| So I walk in these shoes | |
| When I feel it's the blues | |
| If it ain't it will do | |
| Yeah, Yeah, | |
| Yeah |