Big Old Life
R. Arbo

Glass half empty, glass half full
Depends on the day, depends on the fool who is asking
And the fool who replies
You're going to drink it up anyway
Does it really matter what you say?
Raise your cup to another day in this big old life

Door wide open, door closed down
Depends on the moon, depends on the clown in your head
Waving all those signs
Skip the wherefores and shouldn't we's
Head straight for the exit, please
Step onto the path you made in this big old life

Sun comes up, sun goes down
On every small forgotten town
Shining down on every soul
Spilling light on every dark hole
Ain't a thing you gotta do
To let that sun shine down on you
But step right in to that big old life

Love me tender, love me not
Depends on the flower, depends on the heart plucking petals
And the mirror inside
Are you ready to rise and shine
Are you ready to say be mine
If you are then let’s take a ride in this big old life