Working class middleman Slips down a hole and who's to blame If soon he's forgotten And dries like the rain. But life always got a big smile For those who fall and are left behind Never remembered, They never surrender, Never die. Don't cry for me evangeline, Don't be like those Unholy queens And don't you cry, cry, cry. Now don't you cry, darling, don't cry. So fortune cookies would say That changes are coming And one of these days Blue will be blue And not just a shade of gray. So wipe your nose, dry your eyes Let your fingers point to the sun. Blow out your sadness And, darling, have your fun. And don't cry for me evangeline, Don't be like those Unholy queens And don't you cry, cry, cry. Now don't you cry, darling, don't cry. Now don't you cry For love that is born someday has to die. Now don't you cry when I am gone.