Lyrics

Maple Corners is a small town filled with small town folk.
Tomorrow's pretty much just like today.
They tell the same old stories and the same old jokes.
And one by one, their children, they are moving far away.

It could be a tragedy, it could be a comedy
you know, sometime, could even be a song.
Every morning when you rise,
you greet the world with your brand new eyes
and one way or another life goes on.
One way or another life goes on.

Mable Carter runs the post office and the general store,
but ever since the mill closed things are slow.
No one seems to get much mail here anymore.
They say they'd like to get away, but they got nowhere to go.

It could be a tragedy, it could be a comedy
you know, sometime, could even be a song.
Every morning when you rise,
you greet the world with your brand new eyes
and one way or another life goes on.
One way or another life goes on.

Lovers lookin' for romance go to Murphy's Hill,
'cause you can see the whole town from up there.
Carved my name in an Oak tree, you can see it still.
Miss my home in the country, and I guess that I always will.

It could be a tragedy, it could be a comedy
you know, sometime, could even be a song.
Every morning when you rise,
you greet the world with your brand new eyes
and one way or another, I said, one way or another,
one way or another life goes on.