Growing up will make you humble
Getting old will make you tired
I'm not thinking about dying
I'm thinking about life
I'm that kind of guy

There's a light in your window
There's a moon in my sky
If you leave me tomorrow
I'll break down and cry
I'm that kind of guy

I'll keep fighting the good fight
Though the words won't come out right
If I could light a candle
I'd burn it bright
In spite of the night
And make you see
I'm a hell of a guy

I've played poet and gambler
When I lose, I lose in style
If I could hang onto this moment
I'd never let it die
I'm that kind of guy

And I went to the stream and I saw my reflection
Delivering me to a light in the sky
I went to the stream and I saw my reflection
There in my dream, face up toward the sky