In spite of my strength, The older I get the less I sleep, I'm done with promises to keep And I can't help to recall What my old man once said to me: "Son, the less you give a damn the more you live". I'm coming out of my grave, I've got some things to say: Walk the path, stray from it, Flip a coin just for the sake Of it and make the best Of whatever comes next. And never think too much about your next step, Our biggest fear should be to ever be afraid. Even broken, think of yourself as just bent, And don't you dare regretting all those days spent Living free. For you will lose all sense of who you are And where you come from, And when you do so, It's a lonesome way back home.