When I was a lad simple notions I had There was wrong, there was right It was plain as black and white Ah, but now that I'm grown, In a world on my own The scenes I survey Show nothing but grey The sun doesn't shine down on my street The sky look as heavy as lid The grass blends right to the concrete Since I woke up one day To discover a world full of grey I looked around for the bright spots The lights that would lead me ahead I must not have looked in the right spots Nothing bright, nothing gay, Just a muddy old world full of grey When I was a child I thought day fortune smile Life became a parade And a man had it mate Ah - but now I'm a man And at crossroads I stand Confronted with doubt And all turned about. At night in my sleep, I hear voices. I'm never quite certain what's said. They offer me too many choices: There's no black. There's no white. Where is wrong? Where is Right? I'm confused and unable to say; How does a man find his way In a world full of grey?