Woe betide those whose luck is lousy   They may never love someone who loves them back      And woe betide those who aren't a little greedy   'Cause the world loves the ones on the money track      And woe betide those who don't look the same   As the ones who make the rules in the power game      Some will work their lives just to get above trouble   Some are born on second base and think they've hit a double      And this is not a world for the gentle of heart   I see so many buck the trend and they fall apart      And they go too soon, the gentle of heart       And woe betide those who are dealt some bitter blow   In a world with so little room for reeling      You better keep on walkin', you better keep movin' on up   Don't be caught down for the count, don't be caught kneeling       You better reach out, you better steady yourself   You better find a port in another's heart      'Cause woe betide those who are goin' it alone   They must conquer it all just to start       And this is not a world for the gentle of heart   I see so many buck the trend and they fall apart      And they go too soon, the gentle of heart       But who will pick up the world   When the rest have taken it on their one way ride?   Who are the letters in the mail, the voices on the corner   Who holds up against that blackening tide?   The gentle of heart