Ron Rifkin & Rev

I do all right. I take my time.
Ain't nothing much wrong with that.
I do my best to gain some ground.
Then I hang like a backyard cat.

(Chorus)
Can't tell the seasons from the wind.
Can't tell the water from the tide.
Don't know the places that I've been.
But what I know I know for sure:
Ain't one place left for you to hide!

You pay your dime, you do you dance.
Just tighten up both your shoes.
Step on up and take a chance.
Chase away your blues.

Chorus

Not every verse is gonna rhyme.
Sometimes life just ain't fair.
Taking chances ain't no crime.
Whatever gets you there.

[Alternate lyrics for last line:
"That's just the way it goes."
Get it? It doesn't rhyme.
See first line of final verse.]