I knew an old man who once used to say
when the going gets tough get going
So he'd run and he'd run for miles on end
until the daylight would stop showing
He found him a place a nice bed he could lay
and dream away his worries
until an angel came
and kissed his face
when the daylight breaks and the sun it shines
it'll wash away all those fine lines
when the moons full and bright
on a cold christmas night
you'll remember the end of the story