If I Were Brave

All the happy couples on their way to New OrleansReminding me of when we got alongThey're only renting time and space to fill up with their dreamsAnd dreams are what they'll have when they have goneHow could it be that I was born without a clue to carry onAnd still it is the same now I am olderArmed with just a will and then this love for singing songsAnd minding less and less if I am colderBut I have this funny ache and it's burning in my chestAnd it spreads just like a fire inside my bodyIs it something God left out in my spirit or my fleshWould I be saved if I were brave and had a babyIt was never clear what would come but that's the risk and that's the testAnd you were the only one so far to followAnd no one talks about when one might stop and need to restOr how long you sit alone before you stop looking backIt's like you're waiting for GodotAnd then you pick your sorry ass up off the street andGo...And what the hell is this? Who made this bloody mess?And someone always answers like a martyrIs it something you should know, did you never do your bestWould you be saved if you were brave and just tried harderSo now I ride the ought one thirtyfive to New OrleansI float a mile above life's toil and troubleA thousand lonely lifetimes I still wait and then go onA clown to entertain the happy couples