sound bite

Y'know you did everything right.

Tried to be dependable every time.

So it's hard to understand why

You're the one who should find it harder to sleep at night.

And get needled by the thought.

That you may have been mistaken all along,

While you wait, wait and wait for a call

But the phone, it doesn't cry from its cradle.
At all

At all

At all

It would be something if.

If somehow after this.

You could still call yourself

the great optimist.

So you find somewhere to be.

Where you don't feel you're caught in between.

And where you won't get crushed by the counterweight.

That's gonna buckle under the strain of all your disbelief.

And light comes through the leaves.

Like bandits shooting at your feet.

And indeed, there's honour among thieves.

And the good guys always win - you say. Eventually

Eventually

Eventually

It would be something if.

If somehow after this.

You could still call yourself .

It would be something if.

If somehow after this.

You could still call yourself

the great optimist.

So that's my new goal. To be the great optimist. If I'm not I don't know how I'm going to get through this. I won't get through this other wise.

Oh, god. What am I meant to do? What am I meant to do now?

Oh, god.