Standard (EADGBE)
Ain't it hard when you wake up in the morning
and you find out those other days are gone?
All you have is memories of happiness
linger in' on.
All your dreams and your lovers won't protect you;
they're only passing through you in the end.
They'll leave you stripped of all that they can get to,
and wait for you to come back again.
Yet still a light is shining
from that lamp on down the hall.
Maybe the star of Bethlehem
wasn't a star at all.