Here is expection
Here is a dream
This is the way things should have been
Ans it's so sad, so sad, so sad
About the way things are
So sad, so sad, so sad, so sad

See his face, see his eyes
Full of trust, so unwise
Built it up, much too high
So unwise, so unwise

Here is anticipation
But no defence
Now I hate his innocence
And it's too bad, too bad, too bad
About the way things are
Too bad, too bad, too bad, too bad