I know you’d be there for me in my success, in my glory,
In my sunshine, in my happiness, I know you’d be there when everything’s hunky-dory,
But what of when I go astray and get horribly singed?
What of when I’m wrong, what of when I’m unhinged?
What of when my lustre withers away, what of when all my good stands forgotten?
What of when the world turns me down, what of when it calls me rotten?
Would you still bother to stand by,
Or would you dance to the tunes of its lullaby?