Isn't it strange how princesses and kings,
In clown-ragged capers in, sawdust rings.
Just while common people like you and me,
We'll be builders for eternity.
Each is given a bag of tools,
A shapeless mass..
And the book of rules.
Each must make his life as flowing in,
Tumbling block on a stepping stone.
Just while common people like you and me,
We'll be builders for eternity.
Each is given a bag of tools,
A shapeless mass..
And the book of rules.
(..)
I says, common people like you and me,
We'll be builders for eternity.
Each is given a bag of tools,
A shapeless mass..
And the book of rules.
Look when the rain has fallen from the sky,
I know the sun will be only missing for a while.
I says, common people like you and me,
We'll be builders for eternity.
Each is given a bag of tools,
A shapeless mass..
And the book of rules.
(..)
I says, common people like you and me,
We'll be builders for eternity.
Each is given a bag of tools,
A shapeless mass..
And the book of rules.
(..)