When the skies are bright canary yellow I forget every cloud I've ever seen So they called me a cockeyed optimist Immature and incurably green I have heard people rant and rave and bellow That we're done and we might as well be dead But I'm only a cockeyed optimist And I can't get it out of my head I hear the human race is falling on its face And hasn't very far to go But every whippoorwill is selling me a bill And telling me it just ain't so I could say life is just a bowl of Jello And appear more intelligent and smart But I'm stuck like a **** with a thing called hope And I can't get it out of my heart Not this heart
When the skies are bright canary yellow I forget every cloud I've ever seen So they called me a cockeyed optimist Immature and incurably green I have heard people rant and rave and bellow That we're done and we might as well be dead But I'm only a cockeyed optimist And I can't get it out of my head I hear the human race is falling on its face And hasn't very far to go But every whippoorwill is selling me a bill And telling me it just ain't so I could say life is just a bowl of Jello And appear more intelligent and smart But I'm stuck like a **** with a thing called hope And I can't get it out of my heart Not this heart
