With each day that fly's away
Closer to the end
As each day throws this my way
You can begin again

It all must serve a purpose
In this crazy thing called life
I've heard it will be worth it
If I make it to the day I die

If I live to see tomorrow
Will I have done all I wanted to
If I live to see tomorrow
Will I have learned a thing or two

Model, Make, set in place
Rusty though I seem
What I find inside my mind
Is youth still clings to me

With shades of gray on display
It's no surprise to me
That the hand of death in my hand rests
Soon enough to set me free

If I live to see tomorrow
Will I think it's come too soon
If I live to see tomorrow
Will I have done all I intended to