He thought things would get better, Don't want to buy a car, he wasn't rich. The bills were mounting off the broken bridge, But his optimism never waned. He thought things would get better, He was proud to be a socialist. No matter what this government did, He would hold his head up high. He thought things would get better, Saw his wife break down and start to cry. He'd hit the kids through frustration, His son joined the army to hide. I apologize for sounding cynical, But I'm tired and I know why. All I can say is that there's good in this world, Show me where it is. He thought things would get better, But they never did. Now he's up in the dark for death and violence, And the public thinks he's sick. He thought things would get better, Like all politicians say they do, Only to discover a somewhat disappointing view. Won't you give me some help? Won't you give me some help? I'm not to cry too big, I can crawl if that's what you want. I apologize for sounding cynical, But I'm tired and I know why. All I can say is that there's good in this world, Show me where it is. Show me where it is. Show me where it is. Show me where it is. Show me where it is.