Life is a semen trampoline, a humble church, a melody that's bittersweet.
Oh, the pain of almost having it all, of coming so close, five yards to go, and dropping the ball.
Oh, life has been a guitar on my back, bending strings and rhyming things. What's wrong with that? What's wrong with that?
Life's a song, turn it up, turn it on, sing along.
Life's a song, turn it up, turn it on, sing along.
Time, it ain't no magazine, it's just a space we fill with faith and walk between.
Oh, time has been a thief and a friend, sweet as the wine, steals the night, decides the end.
Yeah, it decides the end.
Time's a song, turn it up, turn it on, sing along.
Time's a song, live it up, turn it on, sing along.
Yeah, it's a song.
Oh, the joy out here on this weary road, to hear your voice, to feel my home, God speed me home, God speed me home.
Life's a song, turn it up, turn it on, sing along.
Life's a song, turn it up, turn it on, sing along.
Sing along.
Life's a song, turn it up, turn it on, sing along.
Yeah, sing along.
Life's a song, turn it up, turn it on, sing along.
Life's a song, turn it up, turn it on, sing along.
Yeah, life's a song, turn it up, turn it on, sing along.
Turn it up.
Turn it up.