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
