maybe just some roadside scene that we're driving past
there's no telling where we'll be in a day or in a week
and there's no promises of peace or of happiness
well is this why you cling to every little thing
and polverize and derrange all your senses
maybe life is a song but you're scared to song along
until the very ending
oh, it's time to let go of everything we used to know
ideas that strengthen who we've been
it's time to cut ties that won't ever free our minds
from the chains and shackles that they're in
oh, tell me what good is saying that your free
in a dark and storming sea
you're chained to your history, you're surely sinking fast
you say that you know that good lord's in control
he's gonna bless and keep your tired and so restless soul
but at the end of the day when every price has been paid
your gonna rise and sit beside him on some old seat and gold
and won't you tell me why you live like your afraid to die
you'll die like you're afraid to go
oh, it's time to let go of everything we used to know
ideas that strengthen who we've been
it's time to cut ties that won't ever free our minds
from the chains and shackles that they're in
well life is a sogn 'cause we're all walking in our sleep
you could see us stand in lines like we're dead upon our feet
and we build our house of cards and then we wait for it to fall
always forget how strange it is just to be alive at all
*patrick park - life is a song
