Now, I found,
 that the world is round
 and of course it rains everyday.

 Living tomorrow,
 where in the world will I be tomorrow?
 How far am I able to see?
 Or am I needed here?
 If I remember
 all of the things I have done,
 I'd remember all of the times
 I've gone wrong.
 Why do they keep me here?
 And (chorus...)
 And (chorus...)
 And (chorus...)
©1967 Barry, Robin & Maurice Gibb
 vom Album 'Horizontal'