i'd been up all night in the pouring rain just praying to be set free 'cause i'd spent most of my life in a hurricane with no place and no reason to be but the sun came up like it always does only this time it wasn't alone 'cause there on a silver horse sat a stranger and he claimed he had a message from home and he said:
'you make it way too hard you take it way too seriously' he said, 'the end is near but it's today that's here you just live and with a little bit of luck you'll be one day older tomorrow'
well i rushed downtown in a fever found a gypsy just to tell her what i'd seen i said, 'i never gave a two-bit damn about the future till today but now i've got to know what all of this means' she said, 'you know son, the world's full of secrets and everybody's got their personal dream' and as i stood to leave, that gypsy grabbed my sleeve and said, 'but i'll tell you something personally' then she said:
'you make it way too hard you take it way too seriously' she said, 'it could be right could be the end's in sight you just live and with a little bit of luck you'll be one day older tomorrow'
now the world ain't seen that many changes (except in harrisburg) and it could be the big one's at hand so it still ain't easy to sleep at night but at least i've got some times that i can 'cause while my well-meant friends (all the architects) they're going crazy trying to build something new you know it's seemed to me there ain't a thing that can be done so maybe nothing's just the thing they should do you know i tell them:
'you make it way too hard you take it way too seriously could be true there ain't a thing to do you just live and with a little bit of luck you'll be one day older tomorrow'