Some people live all their lives in the past
No longer believe in, a love that can last.
Some people never let others come close
Even when they need them the most.

And some folks keep hiding behind a locked door
Others find comfort, in the hands of the lord.
Some people work all their lives to the bone
Suddenly they wake up alone.

Some folks get tired of turning their heads
Looking at love from a far
If you have someone lying there with you tonight
I hope you know how lucky you are