Remember the nights we sat
and talked about all our dreams
Well little did we know then
they were more distant than they seemed
Well I knew it
you knew it too
The things we'd go through
We knew the things we had to do
to make it, baby.

 [bad word] 
You gotta cry tough
Out on the streets
To make your dreams happen
You gotta cry out
Out to the world
To make them [bad word] [bad word] 

Life ain't no easy ride
At least that's what I am told
Sometimes the rainbow baby
is better than the pot of gold
You've got to stick it out
whether you're wrong or right
And you can't give in without a fight
to make it baby

 [bad word] 

You gotta aim high, baby
whether you lose or win
And when you get to the top
You gotta get off or go right back down again

solo, [bad word] out