Frying Pan

One laugh in the middle of a struggle

A diamond at the bottom of a puddle

Did you ever walk somewhere, just to take the time

Or take the fast road and get going

I looked in a frying pan, I sang a song

I looked at a dying man, he sang along

We got mountains, yeah we got beaches,

We got that things that make us mad and

Things that have to teach us

I looked in a frying pan, I sang a song

I looked at a dying man, he sang along

These are the times, yeah these are the times