I hate to be the bearer of bad news Particularly when it's my own These Trials come and go The truth is I'm hanging by the skin of my teeth As hurts my soul beyond belief
Chorus
The say that "absence makes the heart grow fonder" Or is it an excuse for the weak to wonder Nonsense Grievance
Today鈥檚 concerns are often tomorrow's trivialities Cast off your coat of worries These feelings come and go So enjoy life as a lust As we all do return to dust
Confiding in fare-weather friends Those who are lost in a season These people come and go Have care not to grieve in vain For grief through sorrows is real pain