…and those that fail will beat the winners
The saints will lay down with the sinners
Cats beat the dogs to their dinners
It’s not so hard to imagine
Not so hard to see
To put yourself
In someone else’s shoes
Is just another way to lose
As soon as we all realise
Under the same grey skies
Through the fortune and fame
The pleasure and the pain
Our lots are all the same
…and when spring comes after summer
The walkers overtake the runners
The bright out-thought by the dumber
It’s not so hard to believe
Not so hard to see
To put yourself
In someone else’s place
Just another way to lose face
As soon as we all realise
Under the same grey skies
Through the fortune and fame
The pleasure and the pain
Our lots are all the same