Existential Heckle

An old familiar song was falling through the walls again
Can’t quite make out the lyrics, but the rhythm’s all the same
And I worry, I worry that I’m doing this all wrong
But coming through the walls is that same old familiar song
And it goes:
«Pack up your worries, 'cause the night is coming in
And, oh, time’s spent wasted on regretting, time you’ll never spend again
And in spite of all the changes coming each and every day
We know that in the end, it’s gonna be OK»
It’s gonna be OK
It’s gonna be OK
It’s gonna be OK
Gonna be OK
Sometimes I think I know exactly what I’ve got in store
But I don’t want to cheapen everything that’s come before
And I know I know, I know you’ll say I’m doing this all wrong
'Cause coming through the walls is that same old familiar song
And it goes:
«Pack up your worries, 'cause the night is coming in
And, oh, time’s spent wasted on regretting, time you’ll never spend again
And in spite of all the changes coming each and every day
We know that in the end, it’s gonna be OK»
It’s gonna be OK
It’s gonna be OK
It’s gonna be OK
Gonna be OK
An old familiar song was falling through the walls again
Can’t quite make out the lyrics, but the rhythm’s always the same
And I know I know, I know you’ll say I’m doing this all wrong
But coming through the walls is that same old familiar song
And it goes…
It’s gonna be OK
It’s gonna be OK
It’s gonna be OK
It’s gonna be OK…
We may not ever even know what that really means to say
But we know that in the end, it’s gonna be OK!
It’s gonna be OK
It’s gonna be OK