The Great Optimist - Paul Dempsey

Y’know you did everything right

Tried to be dependable everytime,

So it’s hard — to understand why

You’re the one who should find — it harder to sleep at night

And get needled by the thought

That you may have been mistaken all along,

While you wait — wait and wait for a call

But the phone it doesn’t cry from it’s cradle at all

It would be something if If somehow after this

You could still call yourself — the great optimist

So you find somewhere to be Where you don’t feel you’re caught between

And where you won’t get crushed by the counterweight

That’s gonna buckle under the strain of all your disbelief

And light comes through the leaves

Like bandits shooting at your feet

And indeed, there’s honour among thieves

And the good guys always win the day eventually

It would be something if If somehow after this

You could still call yourself — the great optimist