I wrestled with an angel Of darkness called despair He claimed that he was The answer to my prayers He tried to bring me round To his general school of art He claimed if I chose I could end all my woes Forever in a single shot Well he damn near won me over But my trigger finger froze Soon a battle of wits Became a mortal exchange of those Right before the lights went out He pressed his whiskers to my ear Then he spat and he cursed And he whispered these words With a snarl and a snigger and a sneer He said... Give it up, son You know you never can win The world is a burning house It's always something Get your gun, son Kiss all your sorrows goodbye Bang and you'll be fine Like a bird up in the sky Came a-tapping on my shoulder It was an angel of light called hope She said... "Hey little boy of blue Please let an old friend throw you a rope" Sure it's dark, cold and windy And the heavens ain't no great shape But weatherwise You just might be surprised What a difference a day makes She said... Don't give up, son You too, you can't always win The world is a burning house It's always something (There's always a something) Hide your gun, son One to the head won't do you right Come on and I bet you'll see things In a whole different light She said... Whole different light