Working class middleman
Slips down a hole and who's to blame
If soon he's forgotten
And dries like the rain.
But life always got a big smile
For those who fall and are left behind
Never remembered,
They never surrender,
Never die.

Don't cry for me evangeline,
Don't be like those
Unholy queens
And don't you cry, cry, cry.
Now don't you cry, darling, don't cry.

So fortune cookies would say
That changes are coming
And one of these days
Blue will be blue
And not just a shade of gray.
So wipe your nose, dry your eyes
Let your fingers point to the sun.
Blow out your sadness
And, darling, have your fun.

And don't cry for me evangeline,
Don't be like those
Unholy queens
And don't you cry, cry, cry.
Now don't you cry, darling, don't cry.
Now don't you cry
For love that is born someday has to die.
Now don't you cry when I am gone.