Sometimes I go on forever. Scarred by each careless endeavor.
I don't mind it. I often find it.
And it's you not what you do that we find clever.
Bent like branches in bad weather. Torn like stitches from my sweater.
I don't mind it. I often find it.
And it's you not what you do that we find clever.
Wear me like a high school letter. Burn me when you build one better.
I don't mind it. I often find it.
When it's done it's just one more rung on “Jacob's Ladder”.
Would you burn the banner of the proud.
Do you want to save the world? (You might get your chance.)
CHORUS:
This bittersweet life just lives on, and on.
Rest for a moment.
This bittersweet life just lives on, and on, and on.
Rest for a moment.
