For the life of me and inevitably Seems I'm perpetually chasing after the wind And so let it be seems I've been Suspended indefinitely by my skin I am not able to forecast an eighty percent Chance of distress on my heart Happy to say :chorus: Good words exist As they say I'll fall away from me Still seems I'm perpetually chasing the wind For the life of me and inevitably Seems I'm indefinitely suspended by skin Frail emotions tie the gravel to my bones With much wisdom comes much sorrow What has been done will be done again. :chorus: :chorus: