There’s a smile on the subway as the punk gives up his seat The piano tuner stops her work to play something sad and sweet And a bag of rice falls from the sky so today the child will eat The fighter pushes off the matt and struggles to his feet But will I become a bitterman, a bitterman with bitter ways Or will your love make me a better man, shine a brighter light on these gray days A boy is bathed in shrapnel in the forgotten western wing But somewhere behind his blackened eyes he can hear his Mama sing Yo quiero mi pequeno, how I love my little one And he dreams he walks in country on the surface of the sun So will I become a bitterman, a bitterman with bitter ways Or will your love make me a better man Shine a brighter light on these gray days I am a gray bird on the wing I drink from hopes eternal spring Brighter days of thee I sing, of thee I singTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
