Music: john popper Lyrics: john popper/rich vink Sometimes we try to reach the stars And sometimes we just try Sometimes we try to live a little And sometimes we only die Sometimes we try to hit new heights And sometimes we hit the ground Sometimes when we do, it's a silent night And sometimes, there's a terrible sound But ain't that life? Ain't that life, anyway? We can hope and we can pray We can try and make a better day But when it's over, what's left to say But ain't that life, anyway? We wanna teach, we wanna learn We don't wanna feel alone We want to say that we're gods on earth We're really just flesh and bone We're so damn proud of our intellect That we try and chase the sun The war of technology's over We really don't know who won But ain't that life? Ain't that life, anyway? We can hope and we can pray We can try and make a better day But when it's over, what's left to say But ain't that life, anyway? Teacher in space, went and died in disgrace The tv sets saw everybody cry Take another glance at a good distance And just a couple of people died With hope in her eyes, she streaked up through the sky The wreckage washed up on the beach I wonder if anybody asked her "is there anyone up there to teach?" But ain't that life? Ain't that life, anyway? We can hope and we can pray
We can try and make a better day But when it's over, what's left to say But ain't that life, anyway? Somewhere, someone's laughing Somewhere, someone cries Somewhere, someone sees the truth While someone else tells lies Somewhere, there's a christian Who's contemplating zen Somewhere, there's a pervert Luring children to his den Somewhere, a girl rides a skateboard And hopes to be president And somewhere an aging actor Decides to give up lent A realtor takes up smoking But cannot find a match A kid nearly dies in his dad's new car But worries about the scratch A newborn kitten freezes While two young lovers part And maybe here, some s**er Could be taking this song to heart It's beautiful, it's oh so beautiful It's beautiful, it's oh so beautiful Dreams can live long after we're gone But what's really in a dream? Sometimes it's the lies in a gambler's eyes And sometimes, it's a silent scream Some people die while others are born And the circle of life goes on When you get down to it, we're just visitors here So you can't really do nothing wrong But ain't that life? Ain't that life, anyway? We can hope and we can pray We can try and make a better day But when it's over, what's left to say But ain't that life, anyway? When it's over, what's left to say... But ain't that life, anyway?