A Cock-Eyed Optimist

When the skies are brighter canary yellow
I forget ev′ry cloud I've ever seen,
So they called me a cockeyed optimist
Immature and incurably green.

I have heard people rant and rave and bellow
That we′re done and we might as well be dead,
But I'm only a cockeyed optimist
And I can't get it into my head.

I hear the human race
Is fallin′ on it′s face
And hasn't very far to go,
But ev′ry whippoorwill
Is sellin' me a bill,
And tellin′ me it just ain't so.

I could say life is just a bowl of Jello
And appear more intelligent and smart,
But I′m stuck like a dope
With a thing called hope,
And I can't get it out of my heart!
Not this heart