Better Days
Music & Words: Greg Gerard
McMahon Music Publishing, BMI
I saw a man and his family
livin’ on the street
Well, I guess that bad luck didn’t miss a beat
There’s a thousand questions in his baby’s eyes
And I guess their daddy’s gonna have a tell a few more lies
And they can not be protected these fortunes we save
Chorus:
‘Cause fate will turn a peasant into a
pauper
A prince into a slave
We have no silver
We have gold
We only have time to spare but I don’t care
To wonder where mother comfort has gone
‘Cause you and I know better days will come again
Now there is no way to how much
you can make
But there’s only so much charity to take
So I guess we’ll learn to live another way
With the pieces of a dream of yesterday, hey
And they can not be protected these fortunes we save
Chorus:
‘Cause fate will turn a peasant into a
pauper
A prince into a slave
We have no silver
We have gold
We only have time to spare but I don’t care
To wonder where mother comfort has gone
‘Cause you and I know better days will come again
Last night I thought I’d never get to sleep
And now I know why the sign said the rent was cheap
Well, hope sure took another beating here today
But I know it’s not all gone, cause I can hear it when
you say
We have no silver
And we have gold
We only have time to spare but I don’t care
To wonder where mother comfort has gone
‘Cause you and I know better days will come again
Mmmm, Better days