Texty: Carole King. Directions.

They tell me, when I've got my life on my mind
They're sorry but they can't do a thing about it till tomorrow
I tell them, now I don't want a lot of your time
Maybe they listen, oh, but what do they know of my pain and my sorrow

What will it cost you after how many tears I've cried
How much longer, how much longer must I try?

Directions presenting themselves every day are bypassed
'Cause of somebody else's foolish limitations
Rejections, many have I had in my way but I go on, yes I do now
And try to overcome the bad vibrations

What does it get you stealing somebody else's pride
How much longer, how much longer must I try?

I can see all the things of which I dreamed
If I dream any longer tell me what will it mean?
Reflections of all I have wanted so long
Still are with me as I ask myself how much longer must I try?
How much longer?