A life of living at the gates
of dodging cars and dodging fate
No begging here for coins and bills
Too proud, instead run for the hills
There would be no time to cry
He knew the end would come in time
But there was time to wait around,
And wait for lost hope to be found.
But really what is there to sing
Cuz who knows what tomorrow brings
But really what is there to sing
Cuz who knows what tomorrow brings
He knows he's traveled here before
It's been too long, a different score
Nobody's standing in his path
So he just looks ahead and laughs
Laughs at the sky, laughs at the moon,
Laughs because he can't sing a tune
But really what is there to sing
Cuz who knows what tomorrow brings
He walks through time but not through space
For him it's games, for them a race
But games have ends and races too
The prize for either is nothing new
If in your life you dig a hole or plant a tree
You're still no better than a mole, it's all the same to me.
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