Born with so many lights
Far gone ideas, dim wits or bright
Who will ever know?
Left off so many flights
Long lost ideas drive through the night
How long left to go?
This road got so windy
Swear half my passengers are asleep
Missing so many things
Chances are we don’t swing by here again
Because we’re not turning around
Worn out history flees
Different ideas still disagree
More or less than half?
Spot on memory pleas
Seesaw ideas weigh down the breeze
How long do we have?
And how do you know how long is left to go?
this is your life chuck johnson 