There are no second acts, they say In our America today And every day I watch the tide The dark light flowing through the night The land is dark and quiet I don't turn the pages From where I lost that fire The story never changes What does our closest future hold? A day at a time, I suppose And all these books just fill the walls The friends that clutter up these halls The house is dead and lonely I don't turn the pages You were the one and only The story never changes There are no second acts, they say In our America today What does our closest future hold? Day at a time, day at a time, I suppose Day at a time, day at a time, I suppose