I’m standing on topnThe ninety first storynWatching my life pass me bynIt’s hard to see the world in its glorynWith tears that are burning my eyesnnYou tried to give reasonsnOne thousand good reasonsnOne thousand good reasons I should trynBut whynSo tell my old lady I’ll be seeing her soonnAnd all of my good friends goodbyennAs far as I remembernIt was uphill and climbingnNo rest for weary feetnI’ve worked all my lifetimenWith sawdust and timbernTo widdle her majestys seatnnThe one thing I lovednI loved my sweetheartnAnd then she had to go on and dienSo tell my old lady I’ll be seeing her soon and all of my good friends goodbyennI know that it’s selfish I’m sure you all will move onnI’ve heard that old radio playingnI know it’s my songnnSo if I’ve lived for somethingnAnd if I’ve lived truenLet him not cast me belownWe all have our reasons for pushing on throughnMy reasons had somewhere to gonnI’m weightless suspendednMy back feels the rushingnMy eyes on the twelve o’clock skynSo tell my old lady I’ll be seeing her soon and all of my good friends goodbyen