Jim Morris Livin' Till The Day I Die lyrics

Sometimes on days like this
When the mirror seems so unkind,
I remember the kid playing in the Georgia sun.
His nose in a mystery book,
Playing “pilot” in a magnolia tree,
Shooting down those enemy fighter planes one by one.
Just pretending to be Mickey Mantle,
Hitting rocks in a field by the road,
Or Napoleon Solo living the life of a spy.

I wanted to sail a boat to Tahiti,
Wanted to sing and learn how to fly.
Racing out of control down some open road,
Always dreaming and living till the day I die.

I remember one Easter Sunday,
Waking up in a strange hotel.
The whole night's a blank, and I don't know where I am.
In a diner crowed with families
All dressed in their Sunday best,
Some kid points me out and asks “Dad, what's wrong with that man?”

Sometimes life taps you on the shoulder
To remind you it's a one-way street.
You need to do the post mortem on the life that's just passed you by.


I wanted to sail a boat to Tahiti,
Sing and learn how to fly.
Racing out of control down some open road,
Always dreaming and living till the day I die.

Here's hoping that the end comes quickly
When I'm a nimble seventy-five.
Cut down by some young woman's husband who found where I hid.
I don't want to be trapped in a deathbed,
Surrounded by all of my friends,
With time to recall all those things that I never did.

You've got to jump into the arena,
Roll the dice, take some shots to the chin.
You may lose sometime but, hell, you know you've just got to try.
I wanted to sail a boat to Tahiti,
Sing and learn how to fly.
Racing out of control down some open road,
Always dreaming, and living till the day I die.
Yeah, just living till the day I die.