hard living
eager enough, like a moth,
you flutter round the city lights
what is it here you're trying to get near -
an idea of paradise?
you never sleep in your hundred-hour week
you're a player, you do it all, do it all,
and you're denying the higher you climb
the further you may fall
hard living
a candle gives no light unless it burns
hard living
the winner wins, the loser learns
pull in the cash for a flashy car -
ooh, caveat emptor
but in the game of cool or lame
you're investing in your score
follow the buzz - follow because
there's always a place to be seen
keeping up the pace, every day you need to face
another night, another bar, another spree
hard living
a candle gives no light unless it burns
hard living
the winner wins, the loser learns
and if the world should end, as you died,
you'd recall these moments with pride
you'd rest at peace
knowing once at least you were alive
back in the city, no pity:
the weak support the strong
it's a punishing life, but it must be right
if no one dares say it's wrong
you are not free; you cannot see
the world you've left behind
the deed is done: you have become
the product of your mind
hard living
a candle gives no light unless it burns
hard living
the winner wins, the loser learns
