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