Some folks run, some take it slow, Some ride the tide, some fight the flow. Some chase the gold, some chase the high, Some never ask the reason why.

Some burn bright, some fade away, Some waste their time, some seize the day. Some build walls, some build a bridge, Some stand strong, some walk the ridge.

We're all headed for the same last page, Ain’t no map, keep turning the page. The road ain't long, it sure ain't quick, But how we get there, that’s the trick.

Some make peace, some hold a grudge, Some let go, some stand and judge. Some love hard, some walk alone, Some call it house, some call it home.

Oh, the wind keeps changing, And the wheels still roll, It ain’t about the body, It’s all about the soul. The sun gonna set, The moon gonna rise, What’s left behind Well, that's the prize.

We're all headed for the same last page, Ain’t no map, keep turning the page. The road ain't long, it sure ain't quick, But how we get there, that’s the trick.

So walk it right, or dance it wrong, Sing your song before you're gone. Ain’t no rewind, no second spin, Just live it full before the end. Oh, just live it full before the end.