Everyone says Take a sip from your tea of tears Nobody cry For the passing of the lonely years Flat on my back As I heard them calling out my name A lady in black Thanked the gathering for all who came We'll get by but we don't know how We'll get by but we don't know how When I was young Little children how we used to play Chased the blues and the shadow lies away Oh how out laughter filled the air Leave it to the other fools to care We'll get by but we don't know how Wallpapered halls Looking back at what it cost The factory calls Finding days that we thought we lost Our little men Did they really expect to win? When morning it stands Between the piety and gin We'll get by but we don't know how