Dying to Live

    (Written by Edgar Winter)

    You know I’ve heard it said there’s beauty in distortion.
    By some people who’ve withdrawn to find their heads
    Now they say there is humor in misfortune
    You know, I wonder if they’ll laugh when they are dead

    Why am I fighting to live if I ‘m just living to fight?
    Why am I trying to see when there ain’t nothing in sight?
    Why am I trying to give when no one gives me a try?
    Why am I dying to live if I’m just living to die?

    Hey, you know some people say that values are subjective,
    But they’re just speaking words that someone else has said
    And so they live and fight and kill with no objective
    Sometimes it’s hard to tell the living from the dead

    Why am I fighting to live if I ‘m just living to fight?
    Why am I trying to see when there ain’t nothing in sight?
    Why am I trying to give when no one gives me a try?
    Why am I dying to live if I’m just living to die?

    You know I used to weave my words into confusion
    So I hope you’ll understand me when I ‘m through
    You know I used to live my life as an illusion,
    Ah, but reality will make my dreams come true

    So I’ll keep fighting to live till there’s no reason to fight
    And I’ll keep trying to see until the end is in sight
    You know I’m trying to give so come on, give me a try
    You know I’m dying to live until I’m ready to die
    Until I’m ready …
    Until God takes me