She polished every piece of silverware Straighten out the kitchen chairs Saying I'm so close, but I'm not there yet She gets her grief to hide behind Napkin rings and vacuum lines He's not coming home but the table's all set
Sometimes life is such a disaster And until we find the piece that we're after
Oh, we all cope Everybody's got their ways I know I've got mine
At the back of Monday's matinee There's a man with failure on his face Saying I'm so close, it's like a joke now He's got a ticket stub in his suit For each dead end job interview Like he's collecting reasons for laughing out loud
You know any minute, things could get better And for now we hold our pieces together
Oh, we all cope Everybody's got their ways Yeah, I know I've got mine Oh, the blinds are closed You're doing anything it takes To get you through the night
We all need hope And until we're there We cope
We're just seconds from Sunrise We're holding on Through dark skies Until we feel that light Yeah, we all cope
Oh, the blinds are closed You're doing anything it takes To get you through the night
We all need hope And until we're there We cope
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