The Rest Of My Days

Written by Stephen McCarthy

There is no valley large enough

To keep me away with time

There is not a thought that is strong enough

To keep it from the edge of my mind

And when I'm riding on that aairplane

Just about six miles high

Have to site back and wonder

Just how and why

You can learn how to ride a bike

Someone can show you how to

Wreck a car by age 16

You can do anything you want

If you've got the nerve to try it

Just as long as it's not obscene

There's a man that's telling me

What to do and what to wear

But you know I don't really care

'Cause it's all just knowing where you're going

And how you're going to get back once you get there

And so it goes, it comes and shows

How it's going to be for the rest of my days

And when we see what we have done

What will become

Fo the rest of my days

Anyone can be a politician if they

Could just remember one thing

When you're up there trying to rule the world

You'd bette treat your neighbour

Like he's some kind of human being

There is not a language in this world

That should not stand the test of time

There is not a county on the planet Earth

That can really believe that war is not a crime

© Stephen McCarthy

Published by Island Music Ltd