There can be but better ways   From yesterdays to me   Somewhere there are better days   For better ways to be   Sunny days have funny ways   Of quieting the roar   Is it still a blessed thing   To live and live some more      And I'm left with the truth   And I'm right in my mind   Given some of the time   Maybe never   So I walk in these shoes   When I feel it's the blues   If it ain't it will do   Yeah, Yeah, Yeah      I woke up early one morning   Like I'd been under a spell   Gazed into the mirrored reflection   Said I had to do it or else      And I'm left with the truth   And I'm right in my mind   Given some of the time   Maybe never   So I walk in these shoes   When I feel it's the blues   If it ain't it will do   Yeah, Yeah, Yeah      Ooooooohhh   Things are true      There can be but better ways   From yesterdays to me   Somewhere there are better days   For better ways to be   Sunny days have funny ways   Of quieting the roar   Is it still a blessed thing   To live and live some more      And I'm left with the truth   And I'm right in my mind   Given some of the time   Maybe never   So I walk in these shoes   When I feel it's the blues   If it ain't it will do   Yeah, Yeah, Yeah