I was last in line to see God
And you must speak to me in a tongue I know;
My teachers were only few
And if you ever see me crouching down
Like a peasant to a king
Know itís only the way of a man so lost
That heaven took him in.
Whatís short but sweet or long and drawn
Are all one and none of the same
If I were to put it in laymenís terms
Life is just one big game.