Lyrics

Life is a battlefield
I will fight to my last breath
Each day I march until night steals in,
I camp one day closer to death
I camp one day closer to death

I’ve seen the crushing hand of fate,
Overwhelm my best defense
Played the odds but I have often found,
They are- -6 to 5 against
The odds are - -6 to 5 against

Wisdom’s been a hard won friend,
It comes with certain strings
Through Love and loss I realize:
The best things in life are not things
The best things in life are not things

I’ve prayed with sinners,
I’ve walked with Saints,
I have known all the in-betweens
The middle road is sage’s path;
There’s no balance in the extremes
There’s no balance in the extremes

We’re each given the gift of prophecy
We can choose either rags or wealth
The most fateful words we speak,
Are the words we say to ourselves
It’s the words we say to ourselves

Tomorrow is like a grand horse race
The winners stay off the fence
Press hard, do the best you can
The odds are - -6 to 5, against

Work hard; with luck, you’ll beat the odds
The odds are 6 to 5, against

© Kem Anderson