On the eve of falling victim to the ending of your stay
Did you stare into the distance content with all your days
Did you smile at unknown oceans and all the livin you done
Did you cry in lonely theaters beside the one you love
In the never ending garden of dishonest youth
Were you the covered antique archway wrapped in vines and truth
Were you proud of where you came from before pride was kept in banks
Were you pleased to be a part of the altruistic age
But me, I still got a ways... Got a ways to go
When the doors of hardened living opened themselves wide
Could you hang in by your fingertips while other folks would hide
Could you stand up for what you believed and own your flaws
Could you see old-fashioned wisdom through the modern fog
But me, I still got a ways... Got a ways to go
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On the eve of falling victim to the ending of your stay
Did you stare into the distance content with all your days
Did you smile at unknown oceans and all the livin you done
Did you cry in lonely theaters beside the one you love
In the never ending garden of dishonest youth
Were you the covered antique archway wrapped in vines and truth
Were you proud of where you came from before pride was kept in banks
Were you pleased to be a part of the altruistic age
But me, I still got a ways... Got a ways to go
When the doors of hardened living opened themselves wide
Could you hang in by your fingertips while other folks would hide
Could you stand up for what you believed and own your flaws
Could you see old-fashioned wisdom through the modern fog
But me, I still got a ways... Got a ways to go
Did you stare into the distance content with all your days
Did you smile at unknown oceans and all the livin you done
Did you cry in lonely theaters beside the one you love
In the never ending garden of dishonest youth
Were you the covered antique archway wrapped in vines and truth
Were you proud of where you came from before pride was kept in banks
Were you pleased to be a part of the altruistic age
But me, I still got a ways... Got a ways to go
When the doors of hardened living opened themselves wide
Could you hang in by your fingertips while other folks would hide
Could you stand up for what you believed and own your flaws
Could you see old-fashioned wisdom through the modern fog
But me, I still got a ways... Got a ways to go
Writer: Jacob Vanko
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