•From the Cradle to the Grave•
Born… Breathe… Look around… From the cradle to the grave, We’ve got a little time to play, Everybody’s trying to find A better version of their life. First you learn to walk, Then you learn to run, Then somebody tells you What you’re supposed to become. Schoolyard dreams in a second-hand coat, Big ideas and a head full of hope, Trip on the pavement, get back on your feet, Life doesn’t come with a rhythm or beat. Mum says, “Mind yourself.” Dad says, “Get a job.” World says, “Be somebody.” Brain says, “What if I’m not?” What if I’m not? Maybe I don’t have to be Everything they wanted me to be, Maybe I can finally breathe, Maybe being me is enough for me. From the cradle to the grave, Don’t waste the life you never saved, Love the face you wake up with, Take the good and take the shit. From the first breath to the last, Don’t spend forever chasing past, If you’ve got a heart that’s beating, You’ve already got a reason. Be—be—be yourself. Yourself. Yourself. Then you fall in love. Then you fuck it up. Then you find somebody Who makes the fucked-up bits feel less fucked up. Bills on the table, Keys in the door, Kids getting taller, Shoes on the floor, Photographs changing, Years disappear, One minute you’re twenty, Then suddenly — here. Here… Right here… Don’t miss it… We’re always waiting for the moment When everything is finally right, But the funny thing about tomorrow Is it keeps moving out of sight. So stop waiting. You’re already here. From the cradle to the grave, Don’t waste the life you never saved, Love the face you wake up with, Take the good and take the shit. From the first breath to the last, Don’t spend forever chasing past, If you’ve got a heart that’s beating, You’ve already got a reason. Some days you’re flying, Some days you crawl, Some days you feel like You don’t feel at all. Still here. Some days you’re winning, Some days you lose, Some days the only thing You can do… …is choose. Choose the morning, Choose the madness, Choose the people, Choose the sadness, Choose the stupid, Choose the strange, Choose the parts you’d rather change. You don’t need a perfect story, You don’t need a perfect face, You just need to keep on moving At whatever fucking pace. …is choose. Choose the morning, Choose the madness, Choose the people, Choose the sadness, Choose the stupid, Choose the strange, Choose the parts you’d rather change. You don’t need a perfect story, You don’t need a perfect face, You just need to keep on moving At whatever fucking pace. Like yourself. Like yourself. Like yourself. Because nobody gets out of here Without a scar or two, So while you’re busy becoming someone… Don’t forget to be you. FROM THE CRADLE TO THE GRAVE, WE’VE ONLY GOT THE TIME WE’VE SAVED, LOVE THE FACE YOU WAKE UP WITH, TAKE THE GOOD AND TAKE THE SHIT. FROM THE FIRST BREATH TO THE LAST, DON’T SPEND FOREVER CHASING PAST, IF YOUR HEART IS STILL BEATING, THEN YOU’VE STILL GOT A REASON. Keep going! You’re here. That’s enough! You’re alive! LIKE YOURSELF! Cradle… …to the grave. Enjoy the ride.
