Raise a glass to all that’s coming fast    the end of days is more than just an errant way   You’ll see and I bet you’ll be happier then   And you’ll see and I’ll bet you’ll be happier then      You can’t blame yourself for felling small   It’s not what you were intended for   Can't blame yourself for feeling small   It's not what you were intended for      Raise your hands to all that’s coming past   the ends of days is more than just a dim lit face   You’ll see and I’ll be you’ll be happier then   And you’ll see and I’ll bet you’ll be happier then      You can’t blame yourself for feeling small   It’s not what you were intended for   You can't blame yourself for feeling small   It's not what you were intended for      (instrumental break)      You can’t blame yourself for feeling small   It’s not what you were intended for    Can't blame yourself for feeling small   It's not what you were intended for