Every morning about this time, you take a look in the mirror - greys and lines
Every part of your face can tell the story
Bad decisions and beds you made, all the visions and plans begin to fade
Had it right in your hands, the keys to glory

That’s the way that it goes, life ain’t nothing but what you chose and what you made
Everybody gets a turn - but goddamn, it burns

Cherry paint and the top let down, you called in sick on a Friday, went to town
Margaritas and menthols - that’s the ticket
Some 20-somethings at Applebee’s were laughing at you, the blonde says “Grandma, please!”
Fight the urges to tell her where to stick it

That’s the way that it goes, life ain’t nothing but “oh, no no”s and dirty looks
That’s a thing you better learn - but goddamn, it burns

And every cloud is another chance to catch yourself some shade or get caught out in the rain
Step on out, it’s only just a puddle in your path anyway…

A couple friends from your younger days climbed the ladder, and up they stayed
Showing off at the 30 year reunion
Sitting up on a pile of cash while you were dealing with bills and diaper rash
Never bother to ask you how you’re doing

That’s the way it’ll be, there might be nothing for you and me but bits and crumbs
Just pray we can get what we earn - but goddamn, it burns