You are everything you ought to be
You aren't anything you wanted
And you haven't seen the things you'd hoped you'd see
Walk that tightrope
There isn't room for gutsy moves
Smile and pretend that you'll be fine
But stray off course and your doomed
Keep your head held high
While you try to walk that line
Cartwheeling and tight roping too
That's you
The daily grind's got us, just trying to find the time to do the things that make it all worth living
The daily grind's got us, just trying to find the time to do the things that make it all worth living
What makes you you?
It's not your job but that isn't news
Push another paper and die inside
But you do what you've got to do