When I'm feeling down Can’t figure why It’s my guilty soul It’s bleeding me dry When I think of the suffering people Who would give anythink to be free Whould I still believe God was a kind man If that suffering person was me? In my comfy chair With you by my side With our lives to share Nothing to hide Though I know that we may have some problems But I know that the problems are few For the kind of attention you give me Won’t allow me to be over blue And I know Just how lucky we are Just how lucky we are We are In my comfy chair With you by my side With our lives to share Nothing to hide Though I know that we may have some problems But I know that the problems are few For the kind of attention you give me Won’t allow me to be over blue And I know Just how lucky we are Just how lucky we are