Life is too short
That's what I've been told
Out in the cold heading to the end of the time
Years passed me by am I getting too old?
Though I won't cry a tear over wasted youth

When my heart stops beating
Bring no roses on my grave
When my body stops bleeding
Bring no roses on my grave

I live my life like there's no tomorrow
I live my life like there's no turning back
Run trough the night, hear the call of the wild
No tomorrow, I can't waste another day

Am I too old for the years on the road?
Too many times banged my head against the wall
Dump me to the gutter and show must go on
But I am not complaining, for better, for worst