Frying Pan (Williams Victoria)

One laugh in the middle of a struggle A diamond at the bottom of a puddle Did you ever walk somewhere, just to take the time Or take the fast road and get going I looked in a frying pan, I sang a song I looked at a dying man, he sang along We got mountains, yeah we got beaches, We got that things that make us mad and Things that have to teach us I looked in a frying pan, I sang a song I looked at a dying man, he sang along These are the times, yeah these are the times