I’ve been hiding here behind the eight ballWondering who’s calling on the telephoneScratching off a ticket, hoping for a windfallBill collector’s got an ominous toneI keep thinking that someday maybeMy ship will come in and my wishes come trueIn the meantime it’s driving me crazyI wonder now - what about you?Oh well – All rightDoesn’t matter anywayLike Scarlett said in Gone With the Wind“Tomorrow is another day”Tell me, what’s that on the horizonPeace in the valley or calm before the storm?All I know is when I sit by the fireLord help me, I used to feel warmWhen you were a child do you rememberRunning through the green fields back then?Hey little child, where did you run toAnd do you think you could get there again?