here's a fact about my life
I don't expect anything anymore
I don't pretend it'll be all right
the way I used to before
now I accept bad news
like it was meant to be
headlines on my cell phone
are all I need to see
still I wake each morning
wanting to be free
foolishly I keep hoping
what I'm missing in my life
is a future to look forward to
I know the ending is in sight
but I can't believe that's true
it's just an illusion
that life works out for me
a man with no ambition
is what I need to be
but still I wake each morning
to see what I can see
foolishly I keep hoping
I don't want to give up this life
but I know I have no choice
all I hear is the black of night
echoed in my own voice
I've heard the darkest hour
is right before dawn
that's where I find a home
to set my dreams upon
but still i wake each morning
and I keep on keeping on
foolishly I keep hoping
foolishly I keep hoping
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