Seems we’ve fallen onto hard times and the road ahead is rough,
yeah, the road ahead is rough.
There was always a tomorrow but we couldn’t get enough,
no, we couldn’t get enough.

All these years when we thought we’d get stronger,
reach the beach of a greener shore;
we were just too blind and we couldn’t keep up longer:
it got less and less and not more and more.

Now the streets are full of people whose children those can’t feed,
no, whose children those can’t feed,
yet our world seems torn asunder: Help the needy? – Feed the greed?
Help the needy? – Feed the greed?

Here I stand and my illusions lose their soothing shine,
oh, they lose their soothing shine,
but I stumble on regardless, yearning for a sign,
for a hopeful sign.

Seems we’ve fallen onto hard times and the road ahead is rough,
yeah, the road ahead is rough.
There was always a tomorrow but we couldn’t get enough,
no, we couldn’t get enough.

Don’t you stand there looking sad,
wondering what drives you mad,
booze to the binge just won’t do.
Fill the tank, behind the wheel,
the road’s a magnet and you’ll feel
born again and up to all things new.

All the roads you follow through
have the taste of something new;
smash your rearview mirror and drive on!
Never mind what’s left behind,
tear the cobwebs from your mind;
smash your rearview mirror and drive on!

If you can’t stand better run,
ride into the setting sun,
leave behind what better left undone.
Swap your worries for the fun,
now you are the happy one,
feel the new life, now it’s begun!

Early sky was streaked with grey,
a promise of a cold, dark, lonesome day.
Walked to the beach across the dunes,
the waves collapsed in angry tunes.
And she wondered with each tide,
would he come back to her side?

Hold on tight to that wonderful rope
and you won’t sink in any deeper:
The quicksand of life is no trap of despair;
pull yourself out with the magic of hope.

It was so hard to make ends meet
his life seemed like a dead end street:
He felt so burdened and so vain,
outside the station in the pouring rain.
And he wondered in the cold,
was life more than getting old?

Hope helps us through and it is more,
our ferry to a greener shore.
It sweeps the dark clouds from our skies
and dries the tears in our weeping eyes:
Everything will work out fine;
hope gives our lives a silvery line.

Hey, hey morning, feel my fever;
it’s been a dreamy night.
I’ve been up and down the underworld river
but now it’s get up go and fight.

Sunshine, sunshine, grey sad faces
there is no time to smile.
Running in and out the different places,
hey, don’t you dream once in a while?

Some dreams remain.

Nighttime, daytime made for dreaming,
any time is right.
And through all the grey shines a new meaning
that gives your life a rosy light.

In each life there comes a time
when staleness creeps up from behind:
You can’t explain you feel so vain,
all seems to happen again and again.

Will your time come and will it stay?
Perhaps your luck is just one night away?
One night away, one night away,
perhaps your luck is one night away?

How you know that everything will turn out fine
when you feel like an actor who’s forgotten his line,
you’ve never heard the promised word,
the laughter dies and you feel so absurd.

Why is it so hard to forget
the good times that you had?
Your spirit is lying low,
you stand at the end of the row.

Why is it ever so hard
when two people part?
No hope at the end of the line,
no sunshine brightens your mind

Don’t look back what’s done is done,
look ahead and find the sun.

Are you not glad when you find
your sadness has not left you blind?
There’s love still deep inside,
step out the door’s open wide.

Don’t say this is the end,
find out and understand.
Get up and turn on the light,
look up there’s still an outside.

Some nights are lonesome, some days are sad
and it doesn’t make a difference to you.
If there is sorrow and pain inside your head
even friendly faces make you feel blue.

But there’s one thing, to help you along
there’s so much comfort in the music
of a friendly song

The inner darkness surrounds you like a veil
and you cannot really say when.
You can’t even describe how bad you feel
you don’t know how to be happy again.

Forget your troubles forget the blues inside
relax and listen to a tune.
Let your mind wander let it hide,
be sure you’re better very soon