Sometimes on days like this When the mirror seems so unkind I remember the kid playing in the Georgia sun His nose in a mystery book Playing “pilot” in a magnolia tree Shooting down those enemy fighter planes one by one Just pretending to be Mickey Mantle Hitting rocks in a field by the road Or Napoleon Solo living the life of a spy I wanted to sail a boat to Tahiti Wanted to sing and learn how to fly Racing out of control down some open road Always dreaming and living till the day I die I remember one Easter Sunday Waking up in a strange hotel The whole night's a blank, and I don't know where I am In a diner crowed with families All dressed in their Sunday best Some kid points me out and asks “Dad, what's wrong with that man?” Sometimes life taps you on the shoulder To remind you it's a one-way street You need to do the post mortem on the life that's just pa**ed you by I wanted to sail a boat to Tahiti Sing and learn how to fly Racing out of control down some open road Always dreaming and living till the day I die Here's hoping that the end comes quickly When I'm a nimble seventy-five Cut down by some young woman's husband who found where I hid I don't want to be trapped in a d**hbed Surrounded by all of my friends With time to recall all those things that I never did You've got to jump into the arena Roll the dice, take some shots to the chin You may lose sometime but, hell, you know you've just got to try I wanted to sail a boat to Tahiti Sing and learn how to fly Racing out of control down some open road Always dreaming, and living till the day I die Yeah, just living till the day I die