We were born at the starting line
Right from the gun we're running out of time
And it's a story the whole world can understand
The coming of age from a boy to a man
And all these people that you gotta know
They hold your hand, but they won't let it go
They walk you through this one helluva life
Then stab your back with their golden knife
Up on high, the horses run
Down they fall, one by one
A cloud of dreams just out of reach
The mountain was too steep
It's all downhill from here
All downhill from here
All downhill from here
Life of the party always has its fun
The night dies down lord
As the morning comes
You lay your head
For a few hours' sleep
Then pick it up without missing a beat
And all these people that you gotta know
They hold your hand, but they won't let it go
They walk you through this one helluva life
Then stab your back with their golden knife
Up on high, the horses run
Down they fall, one by one
A cloud of dreams just out of reach
The mountain was too steep
It's all downhill from here
All downhill from here
All downhill from here
From here
From here...
'Round and 'round, and around they go
Where it stops don't nobody know
Keep on pushing going to the end
Here it comes just one more turn ahead
Up on high, the horses run
Down they fall, one by one
A cloud of dreams just out of reach
The mountain was too steep
It's all downhill from here
All downhill from here
All downhill from here
All downhill from here
All downhill from here
All downhill from here