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

Now I hear the human race is falling on its face

And hasn't very far to go

But every whippoorwill is selling me a bill

And telling me, well 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

Not this heart