A funny thing about life
Is that it never stops
You can fight, and cry, and wallow
But you’ll only see teardrops
You can try and be nostalgic
But the results are always tragic
The more you sit, the more you lie,
The more that time will pass you by
And when you wake the next day,
Full of spirit, full of might
You’ll see the whole world before you and say
“It’s mine alright!”
But soon you’ll come to realize
This very simple truth
The more time you spend dwelling
The more you lose your youth
You’ll miss the opportunity
Then you’ll blame it all on fate
And in the end you’re suffering
‘cause you’re always a day late