So you think I’ve come this far just to die?
You lifted me up when I fell but who’s to say
I shouldn’t have fallen years ago, maybe I should have.
Who’s to say what’s right, what’s worth fighting for?
Some God? I don’t think so. If he walk a path
I missed it, didn’t see the footprints, the broken wine glass.
I am here now, another day older and waiting to die.
Vietnam told me to live. Woodstock told me to love.
Did I listen? Are you listening my friends? Don’t miss
signs along your path, take my word all things must pass.