rolling down the same ol' hill, its fun while it lasts, the trouble is getting back up, the happiness now in the past. taking up the courage, to stumble back up the slope, I'll get back up there, get back to hanging onto my ledge of hope...

The colours of the rainbow so pretty in the sky, are also on the faces of people going by, I see friends shaking hands saying "how do you do?" they're really saying "I love you!"