Growing up will make you humble Getting old will make you tired I'm not thinking about dying I'm thinking about life I'm that kind of guy There's a light in your window There's a moon in my sky If you leave me tomorrow I'll break down and cry I'm that kind of guy I'll keep fighting the good fight Though the words won't come out right If I could light a candle I'd burn it bright In spite of the night And make you see I'm a hell of a guy I've played poet and gambler When I lose, I lose in style If I could hang onto this moment I'd never let it die I'm that kind of guy And I went to the stream and I saw my reflection Delivering me to a light in the sky I went to the stream and I saw my reflection There in my dream, face up toward the sky