Because I wonder what makes us tick Why some are sane while some stay sick I see the saint, I see the sin, I see the me that might have been The struggling layman, the lazy lush Boisterous bragging or modest hush A suit and tie life, tied down in debt Or penniless with no regrets
Content to stagnate or get ahead Much time to rest when we are dead Alter reality see that me that might have been High on his luck or rotting in a coffin Cacophonous sound of our diverse voices Where would you be now Had you made different choices?