© 2004 T. Engelke / T. Northfield

You can sing a sad song and I can sing you mine.
We can bitch about the hard times it just feeds the fire.
Every day has a number so don’t let it waste.
Don’t sit in the corner licking your wounds.
Go on out there and show your faith.

What really matters is how you feel.
Just pick yourself on up and it’s all down hill.

Cause when you feel good. Life is like an old friend,
That gives you an honest smile and a helping hand.

Pick it up, pick yourself on up.
Pick it up, pick yourself on up.

Look around and you wonder why.
Some are never happy until their messing with your pride.
Every day has a number so don’t let it waste.
Don’t sit in the corner licking your wounds.
Go on out there and show your face.

What really matters is how you feel.
Just pick yourself on up and it’s all down hill.

Cause when you feel good. Life is like an old friend,
That gives you an honest smile and a helping hand.

Pick it up, pick yourself on up.
Pick it up, pick yourself on up.