We Got To

We got to live and see some things

To take the good times with the bad

Like birds of passage fore the trail

Our galivanting made us glad

We got to stay and do some things

To ride the high tides with the low

Like navigators neath the stars

Our wanderlust did steal the show

We got to ripen and grow old

To feel the rapture with the pang

Like puppet masters pon the stage

Our barnstorms bowed out with a bang