Better Part Of Living Songtext
I am just my father's son
Wish no harm on anyone
Though it may not always show
I was raised to know what's right and wrong
Where I do or don't belong
To think fast and answer slow
The better part of living
Can't be measured out in pain
And these days, a lot of taking not much giving
All this talk without much said
There's less traffic on the high road
It might get lonely, that's okay
Well I best be on my way
Questions asked and options weighed
Hands are dealt and cards are played
Lady luck runs hot or cold
All is fair in fairy tales
And going out of business sales
Sure as young turns into old
The better part of living
Can't be measured out in pain
And these days, a lot of taking, not much giving
All this talk without much said
There's less traffic on the high road
It might get lonely, that's okay
Well I best be on my way
If what it's all about is coming out ahead
There'd be a lot more happy rich folks than there are
And if it mattered much what people think or what somebody said
Then I'd be in more trouble than I've seen so far
The better part of living
Can't be measured out in pain
And these days, a lot of taking, not much giving
All this talk without much said
There's less traffic on the high road
It might get lonely, that's okay
Well I best be on my way
Wish no harm on anyone
Though it may not always show
I was raised to know what's right and wrong
Where I do or don't belong
To think fast and answer slow
The better part of living
Can't be measured out in pain
And these days, a lot of taking not much giving
All this talk without much said
There's less traffic on the high road
It might get lonely, that's okay
Well I best be on my way
Questions asked and options weighed
Hands are dealt and cards are played
Lady luck runs hot or cold
All is fair in fairy tales
And going out of business sales
Sure as young turns into old
The better part of living
Can't be measured out in pain
And these days, a lot of taking, not much giving
All this talk without much said
There's less traffic on the high road
It might get lonely, that's okay
Well I best be on my way
If what it's all about is coming out ahead
There'd be a lot more happy rich folks than there are
And if it mattered much what people think or what somebody said
Then I'd be in more trouble than I've seen so far
The better part of living
Can't be measured out in pain
And these days, a lot of taking, not much giving
All this talk without much said
There's less traffic on the high road
It might get lonely, that's okay
Well I best be on my way