Well I've read enough to choke out on young mind   And I'll sit and I'll stare and philosophize   And if you asked me to write you a speech I don't know if it come out right   But this morning I realized      It's not the song you sing but who you sing it with   And I've wrote enough sad songs to die an unhappy death   And I'll cry about love and I'll cry about debt   But these chords you gave me they make me work   The light you put in my eyes it makes me sure   That tomorrow will be a better day.