SOME WEEKS ALL THINGS SEEM TO GO WRONG
YOU LOSE YOUR KEYS, AT LUNCH YOU b*** YOUR TONGUE
EVERYTHING SLIPS OUT OF YOUR HANDS
AT WORK YOU SOLDIER ON
I DON"T WANNA SEE YOU THIS WAY
ALL THE CLOUDS AROUND YOUR HEAD ARE GREY
BUT I KNOW THEY"LL PART WHEN THE WEEKEND STARTS
AND TROUBLE (TEARS) WILL DISAPPEAR
FORGETTING THINGS CAN CREATE A MESS
AND FOR YOU IT"S HARD NOT TO CONFESS
PLATES DO BREAK
YOU MAKE MISTAKES
BUT STILL YOU SOLDIER ON
BUT WE"LL NEVER SURRENDER
TOGETHER WE CARRY ON
AND IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER
EVERY DAY I"LL WRITE YOU A SONG
YOU LOSE YOUR KEYS, AT LUNCH YOU b*** YOUR TONGUE
EVERYTHING SLIPS OUT OF YOUR HANDS
AT WORK YOU SOLDIER ON
I DON"T WANNA SEE YOU THIS WAY
ALL THE CLOUDS AROUND YOUR HEAD ARE GREY
BUT I KNOW THEY"LL PART WHEN THE WEEKEND STARTS
AND TROUBLE (TEARS) WILL DISAPPEAR
FORGETTING THINGS CAN CREATE A MESS
AND FOR YOU IT"S HARD NOT TO CONFESS
PLATES DO BREAK
YOU MAKE MISTAKES
BUT STILL YOU SOLDIER ON
BUT WE"LL NEVER SURRENDER
TOGETHER WE CARRY ON
AND IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER
EVERY DAY I"LL WRITE YOU A SONG