been a while

work is someting that comes and goes
like the new that soon gets old
like a life of a fresh new rose
who's petals fall when time erodes

i have lived a life of fun
the work i do is on the run
fleeting past the starting gun
to a place of some then none

i'm not done not by a ways
i still have my bills to pay
i'm not about to turn to clay
i'm living now and for today

i don't give up that's not my style
i'll freat and moan for a little while
i keep on jumping off the pile
and run until there's no more miles

so bring it on i will survive
i'll do it well i'll stay alive
until the pearly gates arrive
the end of work i will deny