When I'm feeling down
Can’t figure why
It’s my guilty soul
It’s bleeding me dry

When I think of the suffering people
Who would give anythink to be free
Whould I still believe God was a kind man
If that suffering person was me?

In my comfy chair
With you by my side
With our lives to share
Nothing to hide

Though I know that we may have some problems
But I know that the problems are few
For the kind of attention you give me
Won’t allow me to be over blue

And I know
Just how lucky we are
Just how lucky we are
We are

In my comfy chair
With you by my side
With our lives to share
Nothing to hide

Though I know that we may have some problems
But I know that the problems are few
For the kind of attention you give me
Won’t allow me to be over blue

And I know
Just how lucky we are
Just how lucky we are