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Look at me, |
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I'm the one who got away, the one who could've shone |
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I tried to do my best, but |
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I guess your best don't last for long |
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Look at me, standing with my tattered pride of toothless little lions |
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We try to make a difference, do something no one else had tried |
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But if you see me walking and you're wondering why |
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Well it's just the business of life |
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If you're not getting lucky, you're just getting by |
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Look at me, is it written on my face, the luxuries |
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I've known? |
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Am I a foreign presence, someplace that used to be my home? |
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So if you see me walking, just a regular guy |
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Well it's just the business of life |
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If you're not getting lucky, you're just getting by |
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And in that weightlessness that comes with good luck |
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The one thing you don't expect is feeling the drop |
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Look at me, |
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I'm the one who got away, and then came crawling back |
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I try to do my best, but |
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I guess I never had the knack |
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So if you see me walking, and you're wondering why |
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Well it's just the business of life |
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If you're not getting lucky, you're just getting by |
