I've spent my whole life crying over myself I've wasted my youth just dreaming I could talk to God I'm tired of pretending my life's a bliss I'm really tired of knowing my life's a mess Being just a silly moaner I drank my days of joy Being just a stupid dreamer I forgot my lovers' names 'Cause I was only crying Just crying over myself And I was only dreaming Just dreaming I could talk to God But now these days are over, honey As I'm finding new relief I let my tears spring over but I print my handkerchiefs Yeah, and now these days are over, honey As I'm learning how to sing I let my tears spring over And all the tears are drops of spring That's why my songs are raining the whole night long You'll better just be leaving Or you'll soon catch a cold You'll better just be leaving Or you'll soon catch a cold Come on