Each day the clouds sob great tears,
They fall on some, some of the time
They fall on others, other times.
It seems they must fall on everyone sometime
What are the chances they will never fall on someone?
What are the chances they will always fall on someone?
Who wins the lottery of happiness?
At night the sad moon mopes in a dark sky
Looking down on the lonely souls below
Those who have not won life's lottery
Those who speak without being heard
Those who sleep narrowly in narrow beds
Alone, or even alone with someone
And they rue the days gone past
And they rue the days to come
Yet tomorrow, just like today and yesterday they
Pay their penny for a chance in heaven
Pull the handle of the cosmos machine
Play the wheel's spin to the universe
To have a chance of no tears
To have a chance of love
And how funny it all is
If it weren't all so sad