You have got to write your own life′s story
You can't always follow the path that is drawn
You′ve got to chase a falling star towards the horizonAnd ride that dream or nightmare into the dawn
When your phone is dead and there's no GPS to guide you
When your shades are up and the light's too bright to see
With no maps or charts to reference on this journey
Keep pressing on with the knowledge that you′re free
And all the while all along the way
Put truth on trial keep hate at bay
And in your time you′ll come to see
What you've become is exactly what you were always meant to be
So you find yourself in a cavernous subway station
All alone but for the echo of your breath
And you wonder if that train is ever coming
Will it stop here or has the train already left
And all the while all along the way
Put truth on trial keep hate at bay
And in your time you′ll come to see
What you've become is exactly what you were always meant to be
And you′ll write both day and night for generations
Until the crippling arthritis takes its toll
And it's painful just to type a cordial letter
Much less sink into some loquacious prophet′s soul
And all the while all along the way
Put truth on trial keep hate at bay
And in your time you'll come to see
What you've become is exactly what you were always meant to be
So don′t fool yourself into thinking that you′re so different
At the core we're all just cells with DNA
And we all must write our bold contrite life′s stories
And help each other out along the way
