I met this girl the other day, sitting alone on the Wednesday trainI said, what's wrong? You look so sadShe said she's got something inside, and she's not willing to confideSo I said, can I get some free advice?Don't worry about your problems now, babyCause it just don't matter when it comes down to the factThat everybody's got problems now, babyAnd life's too short to keep them bottled up insideCause I knowThat life's just like a race car speeding down this one-way streetThat I'll go anywhereAnd it feels like heaven down this one-way streetCause I know that everything will be fineI met this guy the other day, sitting alone on the Sunday trainJust up with nowhere left to goHe said, if there's one thing that I've learnedThrough all these cigarettes I've burnedYou've got to stop and look aroundHe said, in hindsight, I've learnedIt's clearer than crystal ballIf he had the chance, he would stop and do it all over againCause when you're waiting for the sound of the gavelYou don't want it to end with a fistful of regrets insideCause I knowThat life's just like a race car speeding down this one-way streetThat I'll go anywhereAnd it feels like heaven down this one-way streetCause I knowThat everything will be fineCause I knowThat life's just like a race car speeding down this one-way streetThat I'll go anywhereAnd it feels like heaven down this one-way streetCause I knowThat life's just like a race car speeding down this one-way streetThat I'll go anywhereAnd it feels like heaven down this one-way streetCause I knowThat everything will be fine