I was born in 1969
Or a couple years later
I never thought I’d be ending up right here
But I guess I was wrong

There’s a chance that everything will be alright
There’s a chance it’ll all be fine
But there’s this slight, slight chance I won’t make it home alive
There’s a chance that I might fuck up
Ending up alone and stuck up
Singing out “I will survive”

I was born in 1969
Or a couple years later
But first some coffee and another cigarette
Before I try to move on

'cause there’s a chance that everything will be alright
And we'll probably be fine
But there’s this slight, slight chance I won’t make it home alive
There’s a chance that I might fuck up
Ending up alone and stuck up
Singing out “I will survive”

So I’ll be gone before you know it
I will hit the brakes before it shows
So I won’t have to hear you tell me afterwards
“Better off this way”
Yes I blew it, but hey, that’s the way I do it
And I never had complaints up till today