i'm bad with faces
worse with names
social graces
high school games
my idea of light conversation
is to discuss the inevitable end

i could blame it on lack of sleep
but i think it's
cause i'm not a sheep
or if i am my wool grew in sharp
and spiky as porcupine quills

i'll admit i'm wrong
i won't run & hide
i won't kindly step aside
i'll muster up the courage
to face another day

call me unruly
call me bold
call me stubborn
or just plain old
but before i go
there's something i've gotta say


CHORUS
I think i've done all right
30000 days, 30000 nights
i've had my share of troubled times
i've had my share of remorse
but then again, that's just par for the course


now my body's letting go of me
but my spirit will keep me free
i've got so many stories and i'll repeat them 'til you know
i won't pretend i was a leader of men
i had my moments now and then
but i was never one to brag
or put on an elaborate show

when i beckon, lord, won't you hear my call
when i turn in like a tore down ol' shopping mall
when i face the final curtain
whatever mister anka said

i want to be remembered for who i was
not the time i was voted employee of the month
i stood tall, i stood proud
my children were loved and well fed