If You're Going To Bother With Staying Alive You Might As Well Enjoy The Ride

There was a time 

When I couldn't keep my head up

Much less any sense of feeling like I belonged

Man, it almost feels like a crime

How much I just couldn't be the buttercup

Any chance at happiness seemed a million miles beyond

Wish I could write a book that detailed what I experienced 

How I got from there to here

But honestly, I can't really claim to know what happened

Quite possibly it was words I read or some variant

That urged me to disregard all fear

Given to me by a caring friend

Or maybe it was the night I heard the terminally ill Zevon

Proclaim in one of his last interviews

That there is no secret, it's just learning to enjoy the ride

Or words to that effect.