Paroles: Bayside. Roshambo.

You never really knew
The things you learned would matter
The things you did and didn't do
Would someday define you

The things you hate the most
The lessons on piano
The books you read in Sunday school
I swear I'd trade in anything to be young again

And all these things were lessons in living

It seems like we're all fighting to be more than who we are
Life's been a test of virtue and humility so far
'Cause give and take don't matter either way
Luck of the draw, the lottery, roshambo for poverty
Destination anywhere but here

Here I go again, feeling sorry for myself
Am I getting old at heart, too old to pretend
That every thing's alright And have I had a choice?
Walking past a threshold into the change
And your life's never the same again

And all these things were lessons in living

It seems like we're all fighting to be more than who we are
Life's been a test of virtue and humility so far
'Cause give and take don't matter either way
Luck of the draw, the lottery, roshambo for poverty
And destination anywhere but here

My mind's open, I scream for better things

It seems like we're all fighting to be more than who we are
Life's been a test of virtue and humility so far
'Cause give and take don't matter either way
Luck of the draw, the lottery, roshambo for poverty
Destination anywhere but here