Harry Chapin - Story Of A Life Lyrics
I can see myself it's a golden sunriseYoung boy open up your eyesIt's supposed to be your day.Now off you go horizon boundAnd you won't stop until you've foundYour own kind of way.And the wind will whip your tousled hair,The sun, the rain, the sweet despair,Great tales of love and strife.And somewhere on your path to gloryYou will write your story of a life.And all the towns that you walk throughAnd all the people that you talk toSing you their songs.And there are times you change your stride,There are times you can't decideStill you go on.And then the young girls dance their gypsy tunesAnd share the secrets of the moonSo soon you find a wife.And though she sees your dreams go poorlyStill she joins your story of a life.So you settle down and the children comeAnd you find a place that you come from.Your wandering is done.And all your dreams of open spacesYou find in your children's facesOne by one.And all the trips you know you missedAnd all the lips you never kissedCut through you like a knife.And now you see stretched out before theeJust another story of a life.So what do you do now?When she looks at you now?You know those same old jokes all the jesters tellYou tell them to her now.And all the same old songs all the minstrels sangYou sing 'em to her now.But it don't matter anyhow'Cause she knows by now.So every chance you take don't mean a thing.What variations can you bringTo this shopworn melody.And every year goes by like a tollin' bell.It's battered merchandise you sell.Not well, she can see.-acapo
