For have I, I've built a castle

Upon believing before I doubt.

I have suffered but my friends say I have learned from it.

And for have I believed the snow could

Not be freezing upon the ground.

Now my ass is blue and black, but I am sound.



And for have I belonged to no one

More than fleetingly and in doubt.

I have had what now is gone

But still I've known them.

And for have I, I have absolved myself

Of demons I must confess.

Having known them growing old, then

I will re-e-e-est.



But where are all the songs

For me to sing along to

When I am hoping someone writes one for me.

And sings me something sweetly

For, I promise to sing along.

And then we'll both know nothing's wrong,

Singing na, na-na-na



For have I delivered comfort

To the aching and for the tired

With these words of comic wisdom,

I have tri-i-i-ied.



So where are all the songs

For me to sing along,

When I am hoping someone write one for me.

And sings me something sweetly

For, I promise to sing along

And then we'll both know nothing's wrong,

Singing naaaaaaaaa, na-na-na