First things first

When you can quit livin' in the past

When you stop worryin' 'bout tomorrow

Then I think you just might last



And I know the price of freedom

Gettin' more than a little high

In these angry days of sorrow

We find the meaning of a lie

So I sing about first things first



First things first

Remember everything you pass

When it's time to go on back

Remember to put the first things first



And I know the price of freedom

Gettin' more than a little high

In these angry days of sorrow

We find the meaning of a lie

So I sing about first things first