Lyrics
Don’t let the tide of your sorrow drown your nights and flood your days
But still it’s better to be shy than screaming drunken old queen who’s always
Has to have his way
But don’t be coy with me I’m too clever to follow you down
To the dark and stormy weather, babe
The bracket’s wider now
So what’s your pleasure?
Swallow your pride but please
If you are shy for tomorrow you’ll be shy for 1,000 days
Now is your time to shine
Dance and hear your song
Or you may wake up one day in the last chance saloon
To find your last chance has been and gone
If you are shy for tomorrow you’ll be shy for 1000 days