You have your ways, I sure have mine. We have our days, things go just fine. Then there are days we’d leave if we could. Should we break it off when it’s not that good?

Fairweather minds need the sunshine, it has to show which way to go, but true blue hearts see through the dark and keep our minds on days of sunshine.

Each of us knows, try as we may those bad old days keep coming our way. We’re digging in, there’s just no retreat. Too many we know are down in defeat.

Fairweather minds need the sunshine, it has to show which way to go, but true blue hearts see through the dark and keep our minds on days of sunshine.