What have I done?
Done with my life so far, search me son
It's been rinse and repeat
Again and again this isn't defeat
This ones a tough game
The balancing act is hard to maintain
Is that just the way life goes,
Tell me what would you rather be
Is that just the life goes
Tell me what would you rather be
Would you rather be looking back upon the son
Sweet times
Once I get out of this rat run
And rewind
There is nothing to overcome
So recline
When did we forget that's it fun
To waste time
First to the top
Front of the line so far to fall down
And I can't tell
If jumping the queue just brings it back round
Why did I work
Work all my life so hard
Search me son
Punch in the nine to five
Tell me where would you rather be?
Holiday in the sun
In six weeks
Back here
Still here
Rather be looking back upon the son