As the wind of avowal howls Down a cold and narrow street To a grim and forgotten corner Where words and action used to meet While the talk only passes hours What we do means more than what we say And that's why our own little precious problems End up getting in our way Ooo – life could be easy if we let it Ooo – life could be so sweet Oh the trees would be greener If we cast away our blues And the fruit would be sweeter in our mouths If our minds were not so sour What was once out of reach is ours If we take care to be carefree Oh what a life, what a life it could be Just waiting to be lived by you and me