Sing, sing, sing, sing...
Find myself stuck in a daydream.
Sometimes my life’s not what I thought it be.
I want just to laugh and be happy.
It all melts away, and nothing turns green.
Running through motions in life,
looking for some kind of sign.
Oh my friend, I’ll be fine.
Dust off the pages, and move forward.
I’m holding out hope that my song’s not been sung,
and sing, sing at the top of my lungs:
La, la, la, la da. La, la, la, la, la da.
Sometimes the best thing
that you can do is sing.
All of the world starts to fade.
Looking ahead - I can’t see my way.
Two paths collide and I’m chasing
time like a clock, but it never stops.
Running through motions in life,
looking for some kind of sign.
Oh my friend, I’ll be fine.
Dust off the pages, and move forward.
I'm holding out hope that my song's not been sung
and sing, sing at the top of my lungs:
La, la, la, la da. La, la, la, la, la da.
Sometimes the best thing
that you can do is sing.
Sing, sing, sing, sing (repeated).
by Shelly Fraley
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