Two Ways of Lookin' at the Same Thing

I used to be a well-adjusted person

But then sometimes life got to me.

It might have been resentment I was nursin’

Or a grudge or the sludge of drudgery.

Then one day I met this schizophrenic

Who was leading a life of bliss.

He said, “It doesn’t take mental calisthenics.

Most schizophrenics

Simply remember this:”

There’s two ways of lookin’ at the same thing.

One side’s autumn and the other’s spring.

First way, everything looks so bad.

Next way’s the best time you ever had.

If it ain’t one, then it’s the other.

Either you’re a hater or you’re a lover.

The way you feel could easily swing.

There’s two ways of lookin’ at the same thing.

There’s two ways of lookin’ at the same thing.

Heads or tails, spinning, turning.

One day friends through thick and thin.

The next day you can’t stand to look at them again.

If it ain’t one, then it’s the other.

Your enemy could be your brother.

Flip that coin remembering.

There’s two ways of lookin’ at the same thing.

There’s two ways of lookin’ at the same thing.

We should stop this bickering.

Give your lover a second chance.

Do you want revenge or do you want romance?

If it ain’t one, then it’s the other.

Forgivin’s divine. Not to’s a bummer.

In the doghouse now and you wanna spring?

There’s two ways of lookin’ at the same thing.

So lift your feet and start to dance.

Shake your blues, drop your trance.

Open up, let your heart sing.

There’s at least two very different ways of lookin’ at the same exact thing.