A better man, a cast away A ball and chain behind A story told that breaks the walls Of a family tree Oh it happens again just say it always ends On a movie screen, a stolen dream comes A castaway of change A better place to rest your head A bed of white cotton The added dream, a new city A bed of white cotton Oh it happens again, they say it never ends The month of June will come too soon And what wasn't true will break I tossed and I turned I could not sleep The voice of a child can make you weak Just say you will speak The month of June will come too soon And what was not true will break