Story Of A Life Lyrics - Harry Chapin

I can see myself it's a golden sunrise 

Young boy open up your eyes 

It's supposed to be your day. 

Now off you go horizon bound 

And you won't stop until you've found 

Your own kind of way. 

And the wind will whip your tousled hair, 

The sun, the rain, the sweet despair, 

Great tales of love and strife. 

And somewhere on your path to glory 

You will write your story of a life. 

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And all the towns that you walk through 

And all the people that you talk to 

Sing you their songs. 

And there are times you change your stride, 

There are times you can't decide 

Still you go on. 

And then the young girls dance their gypsy tunes 

And share the secrets of the moon 

So soon you find a wife. 

And though she sees your dreams go poorly 

Still she joins your story of a life. 

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So you settle down and the children come 

And you find a place that you come from. 

Your wandering is done. 

And all your dreams of open spaces 

You find in your children's faces 

One by one. 

And all the trips you know you missed 

And all the lips you never kissed 

Cut through you like a knife. 

And now you see stretched out before thee 

Just another story of a life. 

So what do you do now? 

When she looks at you now? 

You know those same old jokes all the jesters tell 

You tell them to her now. 

And all the same old songs all the minstrels sang 

You sing 'em to her now. 

But it don't matter anyhow 

'Cause she knows by now. 

So every chance you take don't mean a thing. 

What variations can you bring 

To this shopworn melody. 

And every year goes by like a tollin' bell. 

It's battered merchandise you sell. 

Not well, she can see. 

And though she's heard it all a thousand times 

Couched in your attempted rhymes 

She'll march to your drum and fife. 

But the question echoes up before me 

Where's the magic story of a life? 

Now sometimes words can serve me well 

Sometimes words can go to hell 

For all that they do. 

And for every dream that took me high 

There's been a dream that's passed me by. 

I know it's so true 

And I can see it clear out to the end 

And I'll whisper to her now again 

Because she shared my life. 

For more than all the ghosts of glory 

She makes up the story, 

She's the only story 

Of my life.