When you're facing the sun
Waiting for these things to come
We smilin' high
Watching the good things passing by
Pretend to feeling fine
But inside we crying sometimes
It ain't what it seems nothing but a dream
And the faces get void and the lies getting thin
And the roads become uneven
So we don't know where we've been
And those who doubt us will soon believe
We're never supposed to win or even to achieve
When you're facing the sun
Waiting for these things to come
We smilin' high
Watching the good things passing by
Pretend to feeling fine
But inside we crying sometimes
It ain't what it seems nothing but a dream
And the faces get void and the lies getting thin
And the roads become uneven
So we don't know where we've been
And those who doubt us will soon believe
We're never supposed to win or even to achieve