When the sky
Is a bright canary yellow I forget
Every cloud I've ever seen
So they call me a cockeyed optimist
Immature and incurably green I have heard
People rant
And rave and bellow that we're done and we might
As well be dead but I'm only
A cockeyed optimist And I can't get it into my head
I hear the human race is fallin' on it face
And hasn't
Very far to go but ev'ry whippoorwill is sellin' me a bill
And tellin' me it just ain't so
I could say life is just a bowl of Jello
And appear more intelligent and smart
But I'm stuck
Like a dope with a thing called hope and I can't
No, I won't get it out of my heart
Not this heart