There's gotta be a song left to sing,
Cause everybody can't have thought of everything,
One little song that ain't been sung,
One little rag that ain't been rung out completely yet,
It's got a little left, one little drop of falling rain,
One little chance to try again, one little bird that makes it home,
now and then, one little piece of endless sky,
One little taste of cherry pie, one little week in paradise,
And I start thinkin,
(verse 2)
There's gotta to be a song left to sing,
Cause everybody can't have thought of everything,
One little note that ain't been used,
One little word that ain't been abused a thousand times,
In a thousand rhymes, one little drop of falling rain,
One little chance to try again, one little bird that makes it every,
now and then, one little piece of endless sky,
One little taste of cherry pie, one little week in paradise,
And I start thinkin,
(ending)
Gotta be a song left to sing,
Cause everybody can't have thought of everything,
One little song that ain't been sung,
One little rag that ain't been rung out completely yet,
Until there's nothing left,