Lyrics

A woman in the prime of her beauty
In ancient days steppin’ down to the Nile
Paused to look at her reflection
And she smiled a mysterious smile

Oh – in the sweet bye and bye
When that chariot swings down low
We’re gone and forgotten in the blink of an eye
All the more reason to rock before we go

A drifter down to the last dime in his pocket
Said, “I’ve got the world on a string
To be alive even for a minute
Is no trifling matter, no trivial thing”

I heard these words from a wise man
“We’re a puff of smoke – We’re a vapor trail
Left by a jet flying over the ocean”
I said, “Yes, I know, but I still want to wail”

So what if we’re dust on somebody’s window
Just a dot on history’s page
At least you get your dance in the spotlight
At least you get your hour on the stage