By Paul Woseen & Grant Walmsley



The first sign of tomorrow Chokes me like a cheap perfume These feelings I borrow Now I have to leave the room When you’re warm you’re lazy You got no use for feet The smell of contentment comes up risin off the street Don’t be sorry, if the sunny Day is like a cheerful friend There’s nothing wrong about a good man being down The thing about sorrow, one joke and it’s cheap Too many religions brother, not enough seats You can spare me the answers Oh and you can spare me the lies You can’t see clearly through your material eyes Don’t be sorry if the sunny day is like cheerful friend There’s nothing wrong about a good man feeling down It’s all up to you, there’s so much you can do You can turn it around - yeah Don‘t be sorry if the sunny day is like a cheerful friend There’s nothing wrong about a good man feeling good sometimes Don’t be sorry if the sunny day is like a cheerful friend Nothing’s wrong Tomorrow you can start again oh oh oh !