How Many Times

    How many times must I get up,
    Look out and see the same old view
    How many times must I wear the same old things
    And hear the same old things that I do, I do?
    How many times must I clean this face my face
    And how many times must I shine my shoes, oh Lord
    How many times must I drink the same old drink
    And dream the same old dreams that I do?
    Because I – I know one thing
    There ain’t nothing that could ever ease the pain
    But for your line and mine
    I want that loving again

    How many times must I pass your place – your place
    And how many times must I follow you, you
    How many times must I see the same old things
    When all I should be seeing is you?
    Because I – I know one thing
    There ain’t nothing that could ever ease the pain
    But for your line and mine
    I want that loving again, again
    Again …