Letras
He lived what you might call a conventional life
Three kids, a steady job and a wife
He fit into society, though he never seemed to be at ease
You do your best, you play your part
You'll never rest until your heart is open
Just one shot, just one chance
All you've got, one more dance
You're living a conventional life
No one ever told you, you're the architect
Your disappointment grows
Did you expect so much more, so much more
Now he sits alone in his conservatory
Quietly imbibing as he sees what he will be
He reaches for his brush and paints
He's tired and packs them up again
You do your best, you play your part
You'll never rest until your heart is open
Just one shot, just one chance
All you've got, one more dance
You're living a conventional life
You're living a conventional life
You're living a conventional life