An Ideal for Living

I pay the price for arbitrary remarks I could be destined for glory or destined for nothing I could be the shy guy that I once was Or the man I'm turning into The cost of growing old Oh, an ideal for living Reminds me of days that give life meaning I'm just getting used to being wrong It's the cost of growing old A year wasted, oh Put my woes into a song Tell me what's right and tell me what's wrong The cost of growing old Oh, an ideal for living Reminds me of days that give life meaning I'm just getting used to being wrong If I could've written any other tune, a lullaby About getting by About getting by About getting by About getting by If I could've written any other tune, a lullaby About getting by About getting by About getting by About getting by If I could've written any other tune, a lullaby About getting by About getting by About getting by About getting by Oh, an ideal for living Reminds me of days that give life meaning I'm just getting used to being wrong Oh, an ideal for living Reminds me of days that give life meaning I'm just getting used to being wrong