Life’s a funny proposition, after all.
When all things are coming easy and when luck is with a man,
Why, then life to him is sunshine everywhere;
Then the Fates blow rather breezy and they quite upset a plan,
Then he’ll cry that life’s a burden hard to bear.
Though today may be a day of smiles,
Tomorrow’s still in doubt
And what brings me joy may bring you care and woe.
We’re born to die
But we don’t know why