I've got to concentrate on priorities.

Can't negate what means the most to me.

What's our fate? What's our destiny?

Start with each moment's activity.

I try, I try, I try, I try.

But what's important slips right by.

When 20 summers pass, and they'll go fast.

Will I look back and be satisfied within my heart.

And at peace within my mind?

When 20 summers fly, fly on by.

Will I like what I am and who I am.

Or will I even give a damn?

We focus time on what matters least.

And our reward, a catastrophe.

Looking back, what feels good to me?

Oh, the value of integrity.