Thirty-nine candles burnt out on a cake. Each representin' a million mistakes. The last one still burns, there's a wish I can make. This time I'm gettin' it right.
I was up in New York City just the other week. You should've seen the waitress face when I ordered sweet tea. She said we don't have that here and I apologized.
Why do we hate, why do we suffer. Why do we make our mistakes and constantly blame one another. Why is there war and why is there killing. Have we forgotten some secret we knew back when we were just children.