Lyrics
This is the beginning of the rest of your life
You better start moving like you're running out of time
The realisation coming over your mind
That it should be a canter
If you could just find the answer
You know it could be a canter
If you're just a wee bit less of a wanker
More than half of the time
This is the beginning of the rest of your life
You better start grafting 'cause you're running out of time
The roof is on fire, it's raining outside
But it should be a canter
If you could just find the answer
You know it could be a canter
If you're just a wee bit less of a wanker
More than half of the time
Because the hardest part of the game
Isnae even playing the game
It's caring enough to care about the things that you're doin'
Oh it's a wee cryin' shame
Here comes the rain
This is the beginning of the rest of your life
You better start grafting 'cause you're running out of time
The roof is on fire, it's raining outside
But it should be a canter
If you could just find the answer
You know it could be a canter
If you're just a wee bit less of a wanker
More than half of the time
They tell you it's not easy
They tell you that it's hard
They tell you it's impossible to mend a broken heart
The lead role in a tragedy, pretending that it's art
It's hard to see the finish when you don't know where to start
I could write a stanza, then put you in a song
Detail all the times when you were right and I was wrong
Flashbacks to the only place I felt like I belong
You'll never be a king when you're acting like a pawn
Because the hardest part of the game
Isnae even playing the game
It's caring enough to care about playing the game
Oh it's a wee cryin' shame
Here comes rain
