A pleasure here,

A heartache there;

We're shooting for the moon,

If we only dare.

We're just as right

As we are wrong-

Making it up as we go along.

 

We grow confused,

Or understand;

We wander off alone,

Or offer a hand;

We hide our eyes,

We come on strong,

Making it up as we go along.

 

The hustle, the hurry,

The too-familiar worry

That wakes you up at half-past three;

The passion that claims you,

The kind remark that shames you,

To realize you didn't see

How very fine a soul could be,

 

The breakups, the laughter,

The naked feeling after

You know you've been a bit too proud;

The act of forgiving,

The simple joy of living,

The arms that find you in a crowd,

The wish you bravely make out loud,

 

It ebbs and flows,

It comes and goes,

And where it goes from here,

Well, who knows who knows?

We're often told

It's always the same old song,

But we're making it up as we go along,

Making it up as we go along.