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THE ARENA
by Pistol Pete Midtgard
Friday
night, November 1st, I was getting ready
To go to the gig like a thousand times before.
I answer the phone, a friend of Ready Freddie’s
Gives me the news that knocks me to the floor.
A friend, a lord, a bandmate, and a captain
In a flash of fate, had been taken to another
place.
And one last time, he had taught me a lesson,
That you should live and love and love to live
‘cause you never ever know your fate.
Chorus:
There might not be no tomorrow
And there’s not much left of today.
You’ve got to live in the arena of life,
Don’t sit in the stands and fade away.
Early evening in a diner, an old man was gazing
Out at the street as the rat race rolled on by.
His face hung low from the gravity of his aging
And I listened to him as he spoke in heavy sighs.
He said “Son, I’ve spent my whole
life just listenin’
To a crowd of folks who say what you can or cannot
do,
Now the ride is over and here I’m sittin’
With a thousand regrets, and no time left,
But to give this advice to you…”
(Chorus)
Copyright
and Publishing 1999 Adequate Music A.S.C.A.P.
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