Gloria

Can a man be fed on love alone If he's guided by the thorns around his heart? Can the truth endure when hope has flown When all around begins to fall apart? Well, I sure hope so 'Cause I'm living it through day by day And I sure hope so 'Cause I'm digging my grave, so they say And I sure hope so 'Cause the end don't seem to justify the means Or so it seems Gloria What's another chain around my neck? Another little piece of what I've left on Gloria Just another thing I've left under Another perfect turn around the sun And if, at last, I see I'm wrong And the path was just the same as what you said Will I always find the ground I'm on Salted with the tears of our regret? Well, I don't think so For the words are too sweet to be changed And I don't think so, for our lives are too brief to be tamed And I don't think so, for the knives in my back can't be found Anyhow Gloria What's another chain around my neck? Another little piece of what I've left Singing, Gloria Just another thing I've left undone Another perfect turn around the sun Gloria, Gloria Gloria, Gloria Oh, Gloria, Gloria Gloria, Gloria Gloria What's another chain around my neck? Another little piece of what I've let go Gloria Just another thing I've left undone Another perfect turn around the sun, oh Whoa, oh