A Cockeyed Optimist

When the sky is a bright canary yellow,

I forget every cloud I've ever seen.

So they call me a cockeyed optimist

Immature and incurably green.

I have heard people rant and rave and bellow

That we're done and we might as well be dead.

But I'm only a cockeyed optimist,

and I can't get it into my head.

I hear the human race

is falling on its face

and hasn't very far to go.

But every whipper will

Is sellin' me a bill

And tellin' me it just ain't so!

I could say life is just a bowl of Jello.

And appear more intelligent and smart.

But I'm stuck like a dope,

with a thing called hope

And I can't get it out of my heart.

Not this heart.

---

Lyrics submitted by Cait Larson.