“Live Like You Were Dying”

by Craig Wiseman and Tim Nichols

He said I was in my early forties
With a lot of life before me
When a moment came that stopped me on a dime
And I spent most of the next days
Looking at the x-rays
And talking ’bout the options, talking ’bout sweet time

And I asked him when it sank in
That this might really be the end
How’s it hit ya’ when you get that kind of news
Man, what’d you do (he said)

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I went sky diving I went rocky mountain climbing
I went two point seven seconds on a bull named Fumanchu
And I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter
And I gave forgiveness I’d been denying
And he said one day I hope you get a chance
To live like you were dying

He said I was finally the husband
That most the time I wasn’t
And I became a friend a friend would like to have
And all ’a sudden going fishin’
Wasn’t such an imposition
And I went three times that year I lost my dad

And I finally read the good book
And I took a good long hard look
At what I’d do if I could do it all again . . . and then

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Like tomorrow was a gift
And you’ve got eternity to think of what you did with it
What you did with it . . . what did I do with it

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