Jackeyed all day long as I sit and I sing the same old song It's hard to think you care when it's hard to find you almost anywhere Will i know you better in a year? just keep hope that it will be better in a year It's the waste of precious days and it's finding truth in your own ways. It's the heart that struggles and chokes down all the thing it will never know. It's hard, sometimes, I know, just keep hope that it will all pass in a year. Just keep hope that it will be better in a year. It's the waste of precious days and it's finding truth in your own ways. It's the heart that struggles and chokes down all the thing it will never know. And will I know you better in a year?