[ Featuring England Dan & John Ford Coley, John Ford Coley ]
Happy times, like pens and dimes
They slip away, you turn around
They're gone one day, but I'll stay
Empty words, like winter birds
They leave the nest, they join the rest
Then fly away, but I'll stay
I'll be there in the morning
When you wake up, I'll be by your side
I'll be there in the evening
With your soul in mine
I'll be there in the morning
From the moment you begin to rise
I'll be there in the evening
Keep you satisfied, satisfied
Fairweather friends, like tempest winds
They roll along, they sing their songs
Then blow away, but I'll stay
I'll be there in the morning
When you wake up, I'll be by your side
I'll be there in the evening
With your soul in mine
I'll be there in the morning
From the moment you begin to rise
I'll be there in the evening
Keep you satisfied, satisfied
One by one, they'll all be gone
But every day and in every way and for always, I'll stay
Feelings worn like pages torn
And near the end the ink begins
To fade away, but I'll stay, I'll stay
