Lyrics:

And if my time would serve me well
Oh, what a story I could tell
About the places that I've seen
And the people that I've been
It's tough out there, it's rough out there
I'm beginning to think I've had enough out there
It's cold out there, it's old out there
It ain't what we been told out there
They shot my hero in the street
And as I sing, the world still weeps