There's things to know,
And so we're told.
But the days
Keep rolling on so painfully slow.
They say there's ways to grow,
But blow by blow,
Ya see, it all gets lost somewhere.
See, I already forgot.
So sing out,
Sing out loud.
You can be another mother fucker singing proud.
Singing glory,
Glory,
Remind me, glory, glory, glory, hallelu...
JASON MRAZ. Koniec tematu.