my eyes can't believe what they have seen. in the corner of your room
you've stockpiled millions of my memories. oh doctor, doctor, i must
have gotten this sick somehow. i'm going to ask you a series of
questions, and i want them answered on the spot right now. is it
serious? i'm afraid it is. am i gonna die? well son, death is going to
catch up to all one day, but yours is coming quicker than ours, than
ours. some things i may have taken for granted again and again, well
here's what was said then. hold your head high, heavy heart. (chorus)
so take a chance, and make it big because it's the last you'll ever get.
if we don't take it, when will we make it? i make plans to break plans,
and i've been planning something big. i never tried to make the best of
my time when i thought that i had plenty of it. is this serious? i
don't know what to think. is it all a lie? well one thing's for sure.
i'm taken back to the glory days when we kids without a brash or bitter
thing to say. now my life is one big make it, or break it. hold your
head high, heavy heart. save your strength for the morning after. (chorus) |