I've been running in circles most of my days And I still can't find a path that keeps me out of my own way From a long line of losers with bad luck in their veins Carrying the weight of a lifetime of mistakes They say time is the cruelest trick of all You're riding high, next thing you know your back's against the wall You can't take it with you when you go We've all gotta die someday When it all turns to black, we'll be left looking back At all the things we've lost along the way Its a razor thin line between what's wrong and right And the dark road doesn't seem so dark if you've never seen the light I wish I had learned to let go, like a bird upon a breeze Back before I learned to say no to The things that brought me to my knees