This lifes not on the money,
it's very hard to keep a face sunny.
It's just a little bit off center,
starts from the day we first enter.
Even the happy camper out in the woods,
knows there are many animals after his goods.

Around my campfire I sit,
knowing at times this life isn't it.
Maybe a life in the stars,
somewhere out on mars.
But not here,
no it doesn't appear.
Each and everyday I try to smile,
simply have a little joy for awhile.
I take three steps forward,
to get knocked four steps backward.

Each day it's a new start,
hoping to break even in whole or in part.
Nothing is right on the money,
even a pretty day outside sunny.
Wish I could use the expression,
but I've thoroughly learned my lesson.
I have to go on docket,
right on the money even isn't in the pocket.

If I didn't know how too smile,
frowning might capture my style.
Got caught in the camera eye,
picture came out with a smile,
I surely knew why.
My smile was right on the money,
and it even wasn't a day sunny.
I carried the picture around,
looked at it every time I got down.

Then I laid it on the floor,
tried to dive in once more.
There was no rapture,
I couldn't get back in the capture.
That moment of bliss,
I have to find in another kiss.

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