"Hey, why so sad, why so heavy all the time" you ask  I say, "Hey, it's not my nature to call it a half full glass"  There's a man I could love he's just the same  We love to get together and complain  Sometimes we drive on Sundays to sit beside the lake  We tease the greedy squirrels they don't ask before they take  Are we just waiting for our ships to come in  Then will we blow our separate ways again?  Hey hey hey how time flies  When you're holding out for better times  Well I admit a craving for something square and certain  A house and a yard and a window with curtains  Most days I don't even think twice  But every path not chosen has its price  Hey hey hey how time flies  When you're holding out for better times