There's a tall thin man standing in the shadows
When he calls your name, his voice is strong and clear
It's a dark and smoky place, so you can't quite see his face
He pulls you close and whispers in your ear
And he tells you he was born into some money
But it didn't mean he had to sit around
And he knows a thing or two about the things that you should do
If you don't want to take life lying down
First of all, hang out a lot with Hemingway
Spend some time fighting bulls in Spain
You should go three rounds with Archie Moore and Sugar Ray
It's so damned scary you won't mind the pain
Be ringside at the rumble in the jungle
Make friends with Hunter S. and Jackie O.
And when they shoot poor Bobby down, you wrestle Sirhan to the ground
Love your friends and miss them when they go
You should write a book or two and start a magazine
Even if it never makes a dime
You should swing out by your feet above the circus ring
At the very least throw parties all the time
Time and tide will never care (never care)
Not so far from here to there (here to there)
We just go (we just go, we just go)
So, enjoy yourself, do the things that matter
'Cause there isn't time and space to do it all
Love the things you try, drink a cocktail wear a tie
Show a little grace if you should fall
Don't live another day unless you make it count
There's someone else that you're supposed to be
'Cause something deep inside of you that still wants out
And shame on you if you don't set it free