and here I sit
on a Friday night
the future ahead
and the past behind.
so much bullshit
still to beat,
oh, from many edges
to creep.
was I born to be loved
or am I running?
hey hey hey,
they never told me.
along with donuts
and cigarettes,
tomorrow will make me
or let me loose.
either way,
today is all that matter
and I ain't doing
much of anything.
sell me this bridge,
give me all
that you have to give,
and call it salvation.
until the day we meet again,
we will shout
and try to hear each other sing
because it's the only thing...
was I born to be loved
or am I running?
hey hey hey,
they never told me.
I'd like to whisper
to young me,
that this life is hard
but easier than dreams.
because we get to live
and get to give,
learn from the past,
and the sum is more than that.
yeah, I think about
the places I have been,
but it's this moment
that makes me who I am.