You don't want me anymore 
So I walk through the door
I play the game right from the start 
I [bad word] you, you use me, now my life's all torn apart

So I'm sailing, yeah I'm sailing on
I'm moving, yeah I'm moving on 
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on 

Tried to see if I'll give up 
But there wasn't any luck 
It's a fact, a fact of life 
That's the game, game of strife everything is all in stride

So I'm sailing, yeah I'm sailing on
I'm moving, yeah I'm moving on 
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on 

So I'm sailing, yeah I'm sailing on
I'm moving, yeah I'm moving on 
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on 

Too many years with too many tears 
And too many days with none to say 
So how will we know when there's nowhere to grow
The fact of life, life too short oh

There's too many years with too many tears 
There's too many days with none to say no, no 
So how will we know when there's nowhere to grow
The fact of life, the fact of life yeah

Too many years with too many tears 
And too many days with none to say 
So how will we know when there's nowhere to grow
The fact of life, life too short oh