A cold wind against my shoulder woke me up in the middle of the night An autumn leaf was scraping against my window Like it was tryin' hard to get inside And then a ghost that I had met before he kept me up till dawn And everything I thought was right was suddenly all wrong He said "your score is looking pretty bad" Then he asked me what it was that I had to show So I went runnin' down a list of things Some were real but on some of them I lied 'Cause I felt I had to justify each breath that I'd been breathin' in this life Then I realized I was playing into someone else's rules Tryin' to keep my score up in a game I did not choose Then I looked that ghost straight in the eye and said "You'd better not be coming back by again" And it's true that I don't work near as hard As you tell me that I'm supposed to I don't run as fast as I could But I live just the way I want to And that's the way I should Instrumental: October's leaves were dancin' 'round Like angels dressed in robes of red and gold But November's come and gone now And they're lyin' in the gutter out along the road They're gonna make their way out to the ditch or someday to the sea But they'll get to where they're goin' without the help of you or me And if each life is just a grain of sand I'm tellin' you man this grain of sand is mine And it's true that I don't work near as hard As you tell me that I'm supposed to I don't run as fast as I could But I live just the way I want to And that's the way I should But I live just the way I want to And that's the way I should ...