You don't want me anymore
 So I walked right out that 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 
 Yeah, La-la-la, La-la-la 

 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