Gloria

Can a man be fed on love alone

If he's guided by the thorns around his heart?

Can the truth endure when hope has flown

When all around begins to fall apart?

Well, I sure hope so

'Cause I'm living it through day by day

And I sure hope so

'Cause I'm digging my grave, so they say

And I sure hope so

'Cause the end don't seem to justify the means

Or so it seems

Gloria

What's another chain around my neck?

Another little piece of what I've left on

Gloria

Just another thing I've left under

Another perfect turn around the sun

And if, at last, I see I'm wrong

And the path was just the same as what you said

Will I always find the ground I'm on

Salted with the tears of our regret?

Well, I don't think so

For the words are too sweet to be changed

And I don't think so, for our lives are too brief to be tamed

And I don't think so, for the knives in my back can't be found

Anyhow

Gloria

What's another chain around my neck?

Another little piece of what I've left

Singing, Gloria

Just another thing I've left undone

Another perfect turn around the sun

Gloria, Gloria

Gloria, Gloria

Oh, Gloria, Gloria

Gloria, Gloria

Gloria

What's another chain around my neck?

Another little piece of what I've let go

Gloria

Just another thing I've left undone

Another perfect turn around the sun, oh

Whoa, oh