jackeyed all day long as i sit and i sing the same old song it s hard to think you care when it s hard to find you almost anywhere will i know you better in a year just keep hope that it will be better in a year it s the waste of precious days and it s finding truth in your own ways it s the heart that struggles and chokes down all the thing it will never know it s hard sometimes i know just keep hope that it will all pass in a year just keep hope that it will be better in a year it s the waste of precious days and it s finding truth in your own ways it s the heart that struggles and chokes down all the thing it will never know and will i know you better in a year 