We are lonely ones, us travelers
Some of our days are duds and some are worse
But you will surely pull through, love
It will come to you, love

I have a feeling that good will come to you
I've got a notion that good will come to you
And someday you'll die on your birthday in
The house where you were born
Loved ones gathered around
Holding your hands in their hands, aglow
125 years old, 125 years old

Trying to find a way to
Say everything you wanna say
Some days you're in a fog
And some you can't do anything
You'll break through the haze, love
It will come to you, love

I have a feeling that good will come to you
I gotta notion that good will come to you
And someday you'll die on your birthday in
The house where you were born
Loved ones gathered around
Holding your hands in their hands, aglow
125 years old, 125 years old

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Eric Johnson