When the sky is a bright canary yellow I forget every cloud I've ever seen So they call me a cock-eyed optimist Imature and incurably free 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 cock-eyed optimist And I can't get it into my head I hear the human race Is falling on its face And hasn't very far to go But every whippoorwill Is selling me a pill And telling 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 this thing called hope And I can't get it out of my heart Not this heart