We are lonely ones just travelers
Some of our days dark and some are worse
But she will surely come through, love
If it comes to you
Love, love, love

I have a feeling that good will come to you
I've got a notion that good will come to you
Someday down on your birthday and ask me [?]
Loved ones gathered around
Holding your hands and the hands of your
Hundred twenty-five years old
Hundred twenty-five years old

Trying to find the way to say everything yourself
Somedays you're in a funk and some you can't do anything
But you break through the haze
It will come to you
Love, love, love, love

I have a feeling that good will come to you
I've got a notion that good will come to you
Someday down on your birthday and ask me [?]
Loved ones gathered around
Holding your hands and the hands of your
Hundred twenty-five years old
Hundred twenty-five years old