I’ve got to change my wicked ways / there’s no one left now from my younger days / my enemies are getting close / I’ve got to jump / before the overdose / and give that good road one more try / where there’s a chance / that hasn’t passed me by / to live the life in front of me / not what has been / or what will be / so many nights I lie alone / and there’s no talking on the telephone / only the voices in my head / and in a dream / I see that flower bed / I want to wake up with a shout / and let them know / that I’m not down and out / and grab the life in front of me / not what has been or what will be / well every dog might have its day / but soon the rainbow seems to fade away / somewhere along the line we’re told / don’t waste your time / when there’s no pot of gold / but I might give it one more shot / I’ve got to strike / now while the iron is hot / and claim that life in front of me / not what has been or what will be / and live the life in front of me / not what has been or what will be.