When I was a younger man lookin' for a pot of gold
Everywhere I turned the doors were closed
Took every ounce of faith I had to keep on keepin' on
still I felt like I was only losing
I refused then like i do now to let anybody tie me down
I lost a few good friends along the way
I was raised up poor and I wanted more
maybe I'm a little too proud
Looking back I see a kid who was just afraid,
hungry and old for his time
Through the years I've known my share of broken- hearted
fools,
those who couldn't choose a path worth taking
There's nothing in the world so sad as talking to a man who
never knew his life was his for making.
Aint it 'bout time you realized it's not worth keeping
score, you win some, you lose some, you let it go
What's the use in stacking on every failure another stone
do you find you spend your whole life building walls
Lonely, and old before you're time
it took so long to see that truth was all around me
now the Wren has gone to roost, the sky is turning gold
like the sky my soul is also turning
turning from the past at last and all it left behind
could it be that i'm finally learning
learning and deserving with love and a peaceful heart
won't tear myself apart i'm all for trying
done lying to myself, trying to buy what can't be bought
it's not living that you're doing if it feels like dying
it's crying(?) growing old before for your time
trying(?) growing old before for your time
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