I hear the churchbells ringing so it must be Sunday morning; my head still pounding from Saturday night 

I'm floating down the river, keep my neck above the water 

it's not the way I planned it but everything's all right 



no it's not the way I planned it, but lives have ways of wandering and

where I'd hoped to aim for is not what fate saw fit to bring 



everything is going to be all right 



well I lost more than I gathered; another mirror shattered / seven years bad luck is somehow no surprise to me 

but if life's just killing time

with no reason and no rhyme let the peace and grace and light of Sunday

morning set me free 



I remember, I remember... all the world held its breath when you leaned forward with a kiss... I remember, I remember, I remember, I remember this 



everything is going to be all right