|
Though I've got my number |
|
I am calm here in the storm |
|
Cause my hands still are hungry |
|
Spirit warm |
|
And in view all around me |
|
My friends have gathered near |
|
And all I've ever needed is right here |
|
But if I look too far ahead of me |
|
I stumble into tragedy |
|
When really it's not sad you see |
|
'Cause here I am playing my final song |
|
Doing what I've been doing |
|
All along |
|
You can call it courage |
|
Or you can call it strong |
|
But really it's just simply carrying on |
|
While amplifying all the good |
|
You've been engaging in |
|
With only just a few less days |
|
To squeeze all of it in |
|
But if I look too far ahead of me |
|
I stumble into tragedy |
|
When really it's not sad you see |
|
'Cause here I am playing my final song |
|
With all of you surrounding me |
|
So when I'm free from gravity |
|
I will know that I was never wrong |
|
In doing what I was doing |
|
All along (repeated) |
|
I'm not one to tell people |
|
What it is they should do |
|
But if you're asking then I guess |
|
There's one thing I would say to you |
|
Do those things you've always wanted to |