The Great Optimist

Y’know you did everything right
Tried to be dependable everytime,
So it’s hard — to understand why
You’re the one who should find — it harder to sleep at night
And get needled by the thought
That you may have been mistaken all along,
While you wait — wait and wait for a call
But the phone it doesn’t cry from it’s cradle at all
It would be something if If somehow after this
You could still call yourself — the great optimist
So you find somewhere to be Where you don’t feel you’re caught between
And where you won’t get crushed by the counterweight
That’s gonna buckle under the strain of all your disbelief
And light comes through the leaves
Like bandits shooting at your feet
And indeed, there’s honour among thieves
And the good guys always win the day eventually
It would be something if If somehow after this
You could still call yourself — the great optimist