You are going to make mistakes,
You are going to lose your way,
You are going to try and try again, and fail.
You will not have what it takes.
You will fail to save the day.
You'll believe that you can fly and you will flap your wings and flail.
But everyone's careening from catastrophe to disaster.
Everybody's balancing with one foot in the grave.
Your job is to try to not fall in there any faster.
Your job is to wake up every morning
and be brave.

You are twenty-two.
You move into the city.
You throw yourself against the wall to see if you can stick.
You're unsure of what to do.
You are tending toward self-pity.
And throwing yourself against the wall, it gets old pretty quick.

it's going to be okay, kid.
it's going to be okay.

You are thirty-one.
You're trying to break through the ceiling,
So every day, all day, you jump upon a trampoline
But that stopped being fun,
And you've got this sinking feeling,
that the walls are closing in and you're about to be crushed by the big machine.

It's going to be okay, kid
It's going to be okay.

You are going to make mistakes,
You are going to lose your way,
You are going to try and try again, and fail.
You will not have what it takes.
You will fail to save the day.
You'll believe that you can fly and you will flap your wings and flail.
But everyone's careening from catastrophe to disaster.
Everybody's balancing with one foot in the grave.
Your job is to try to not fall in there any faster.
Your job is to wake up every morning
and be brave.

You are forty-three
And your poor main-spring
has been wound so tight inside your clockwork heart
every day you turn the key
on your poor brain-spring,
and the tension's going to tear the thing apart.
And I wish that I could tell you that you're on the right track.
that it wasn't wasted time, and it won't always look this grim
but you are years behind me now, and there's no turning back
so this one's not for you, it's for the guy who's got it all ahead of him.

You are three months old
Your bright star is ascending,
You're hungry for the world and and you will soak up all you can,
Your story's yet untold
with any luck, I won't see the ending,
but there's so much joy and heartbreak waiting for you little man.

It's going to be okay, kid,
it's going to be okay.

You are going to make mistakes,
You are going to lose your way,
You are going to try and try again, and fail.
You will not have what it takes.
You will not quite save the day.
You'll believe that you can fly and you will flap your wings and flail.
But everyone's careening from catastrophe to disaster.
Everybody's balancing with one foot in the grave.
Your job is to try to not fall in there any faster.
Your job is to wake up every morning
and be brave.