Ain't it hard when you wake up in the morning, and you find...

Ain't it hard when you wake up in the morning, and you find out that those other days are gone... All you have is memories of happiness, lingering on... All your friends and your lovers won't protect you; they're only passing through you in the end... They'll leave you stripped of all that you can get to and wait for you to come back again... But still a light is shining, from that lamp on down the hall... Maybe the Star of Bethlehem wasn't a star at all.