Tekster: Queen. Lost Opportunity.

Every morning, I face the sun
I lift my head and smile at everyone
Every afternoon you'll find me workin' on
I've got my new shoes on
Got to keep movin' on (that's what they say)
But every night I'm tossed
I shake my fevered brow
Thinking of my lost opportunity

Yes every morning I face the sun

I get so positive with everyone
But every afternoon, the cracks start showing through
They know what I'm going through (Oh yes they do)
And every evening finds me
The optimist behind me
Gone with my lost opportunity