at the end of the day

running wildly around my head...

At the end of the day you're another day older,
and thats all you can say for the life of the poor.
It's a struggle, it's a war, and there's nothing that anyone's giving
one more day standing about what is it for?

One day less to be living.

At the end of the day, you're another day colder,
and the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill.
And the righteous hurry past, they dont hear the little ones crying,
and the winter is coming on fast, ready to kill.

One day nearer to dying.

At the end of the day, there's another day dawning,
and the sun in the morning is waiting to rise.
Like the waves crashing the sand,
like a storm that will break any second,
there's a hunger in the land.
There's a reckoning still to be reckoned,
and there's gonna be hell to pay,
at the end of the day.
[from Les Miserables]


Our lives will change when tomorrow comes
Tonight our hearts drown the distant drums
and we have music all right
tearing the night

A song played on a solo saxophone
A crazy sound, a lonely sound
A cry that tells us love goes on and on
Played on a solo saxophone
It's telling me to hold you tight
and dance like it's the last night of the world
[from Miss Saigon]


Do you want one more tale of a Vietnam girl?
Want to know I was bound to a man I don't love?
Do you want to be told how my village was burned?
Want to hear how my family was blasted away?
How I ran from the rice field and saw them in flames?
How my parents were bodies whose faces were gone?
I have had my fill of pain
I will not look back again
I would rather die
[from Miss Saigon]




grawh my thoughts are flying all over the place.