everything i have ever learned
i learned at the funerals of good men
and everything i have ever learned
i've forgotten again

i broke my own heart again
i broke my own heart again
it was a stupid thing to do

i could sing to you
until my throat is sore
but it wouldn't do any good
and my room looks like
like a tramp moved in
and there's nothing that i can do
and in my small house tonight
i think that i might die
and meet you
in a brighter place
and maybe put things right

it's training for life
it's training for life
that i need
that i need
that i need
so swim for health and swim for happiness
swim for health and swim for happiness

and maybe we'll sleep
maybe we'll sleep
maybe i'll sleep
maybe i'll sleep...