Many's the time I've been mistaken And many times confused Yes, and I've often felt forsaken And certainly misused But I'm all right, I'm all right I'm just weary to my bones Still, you don't expect to be bright and bon vivant
And I don't know a soul who's not been battered I don't have a friend who feels at ease I don't know a dream that's not been shattered or driven to its knees But it's all right, it's all right
Still, when I think of the road we're traveling on I wonder what's gone wrong I can't help it, I wonder what's gone wrong
We come on the ship they call the Mayflower We come on the ship that sailed the moon We come in the age's most uncertain hour and sing an American tune But it's all right, it's all right You can't be forever blessed Still, tomorrow's going to be another working day And I'm trying to get some rest That's all, I'm trying to get some rest