I can give you the story
I can give you the words
Well just who will be sorry
With his fingers wide crossed
For the story is rough
And the words aren't nice
Your dreams are too tough
Just to open your eyes
Guess you learned not to see
Or you don't need the chance
But once it worked for me
It worked for me, once
I remember those eyes
No, they weren't breathtaking
Without sugar and spice
And no thrill of ground-shaking
They had worlds all behind
The bright eyes of awakening