Ain't it hard when you wake up in the morning

And you find out that those other days are gone

All you have is memories of happiness lingering 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