Lyrics

Last Sunday morning
I took an early coffee walk
Through a hillside cemetery
Just down the road from us
There were leaves between the tombstones
I could read the names and dates
One there on the corner
Made me stop and think

1975 to 1993
What a crying shame
He never made it past 18
I wonder what all did he do
And what he’d wished he’d done
And then and there it hit me
Just like that morning sun

I better live
Like there’s no tomorrow
I better love
Like it’s my last day
Too many things to do and say
There’s really not much time to waste
Every second is a precious gift
I better live

We never know
Just how much time we’ve got
It’s always easy
To assume that it’s a lot
If that boy could come back
For one last yesterday
Heaven knows how he would spend it
Surely he would say

I better live
Like there’s no tomorrow
I better love
Like it’s my last day
Too many things to do and say
There’s really not much time to waste
Every second is a precious gift
I better live

I told myself as I came down
From that field of stone
What my first thoughts
Were going to be
Every morning from now on

I better live
Like there’s no tomorrow
I better love
Like it’s my last day
Too many things to do and say
There’s really not much time to waste
Every second is a precious gift
I better live

I better live
I better live
I better live

Written by: Adam Wheeler

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