…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