this is a cold and sad world and a beautiful day, now folks at the park just fadeing away, long live crosshill long after im gone, ill leave as i came, nothing lost, nothing won, this is a beautiful day and no reason for joy, dont think its just me when you is deceived, have a hard time to feel, things got big so fast, never know what is real, except for the past, 'weve got to rearrange' they sing, and i, ill make you good loving, 'weve got to rearrange' they chant like, smoked out on a park bench as a living, this is a beautiful day and a cold and sad world.