So We Get By

To sing, to laugh, to dream

To walk in my own way

Free, with an eye to see things as they are

A voice that means manhood

To cock my hat where I choose

At a word, a yes, a no

To fight, or write

But never to make a line I have not heard in my own heart

So we get by

Just to get lost, again

But never will I

Roll over and die, alright

To travel any road under the sun, under the stars

Nor care if fame and fortune lie beyond the bourne

Yet with all modesty to say

My soul, be satisfied with flowers

With weeds, with thorns even

But gather them in the one garden you may call your own

In a word, I am too proud to be a parasite

And if my intellect is the germ that grows

Towering to heaven like the mountain pine

I stand not high may be

So we get by

Just to get lost, again

But never will I

Roll over and die, alright

All alone, alone, yes

But why go about making enemies?

Watching all the people making friends everywhere

As a dog makes friends

I mark the matter of these canine courtesies and think

Here comes, thank heaven allow that enemie

So we get by

Just to get lost, again

But never will I

Roll over and die, alright

So we get by

Just to get lost, again

But never will I

Roll over and die, alright

So we get by

Just to get lost, again

But never will I

Roll over and die, alright

So we get by

Just to get lost, again