My old man, he sailed awaynBy a boat upon the seanMy mother held her head highnAnd smiled down on menShe said, Boy, get wisenWork harder, do something with your nightsnLook smarternI promise you it's better days aheadnnAnd you, you were my friendnWhen I had nothing to my namenWhen all the world turned on menYou still treated me the samennAnd we've been through hell, you and menCaught dramanGirl tragedy, oh brothernI promise you it's better days aheadnTalk to me, now.