Live And Not Die Trying

Live and Not Die Trying
©2015 Julie Christensen Stone Cupid Music (BMI)
My dreams are rich, but my aim is poor
My aim is truly untrue
I was aimin' for that homeplace
But it just kept slippin' through
You would think I had it all,
But I just had everything.
You would think I'd seen it all,
When I'd probably seen too much of what the world can bring

The show must go on, weather permitting
Just want to Live and Not Die Trying
I want to Live and Not Die Trying

I want my pockets to be lined with a modest sum
Made with my own two hands
I want the streets to be paved with goldenrods
And smiles upon the land
'Cause there's a lot of room at the bottom
And still it is not lonely.
I was on top of the world
With the weight of it all on me, and I need wings.

The show must go on, weather permitting
Just want to Live and Not Die Trying
I want to Live and Not Die Trying

The end of the rainbow is fading off the ledge
The end of the world has lost its edge

My dreams are rich and my aim's been poor
Oh, but I aim to please you true
And a little bit of heaven underneath the clouds
I want to build for you.
'Cause there's a lot of room at the bottom
And still it is not lonely
We are on top of the world
And you are my one and only, and why I sing.

The show must go on, and on and on and on.
Just want to Live and Not Die Trying
I want to Live and Not Die Trying
I want to Live and Not Die Trying
I want to Live and Not Die Trying