Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain;
Pay for your ticket and don't complain
people don’t live or die, people just float
I still got my voice left, I can take it anywhere I go
I'm already there in my mind;
And that's good enough for now
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
I am hanging in the balance, of the reality of man;
like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand
Don't you cry and don't you die and don't you burn
People ask about you;
I didn't tell them everything I knew
