| When you’ve hitched every highway |
| And rode all the rails |
| You’re no longer afraid of the dark |
| You get tougher than leather and harder than nails |
| When you’ve earned all the scars on your heart |
| Hobos and heroes, bankers and bums |
| In some ways we’re all the same |
| We all have to pay for the deeds that we’ve done |
| And wind up just dragging those chains |
| Life paints a picture that time can’t erase |
| Sometimes it cuts like a knife |
| Sooner or later, one way or another |
| We all wear the tattoos of life |
| The glory in living |
| Is just running the race |
| Not whether you win or you fall |
| The lines like a road map |
| Will show on your face |
| And your eyes tell the rest of the tale |
| Life paints a picture that time can’t erase |
| Sometimes it cuts like a knife |
| Sooner or later, one way or another |
| We all wear the tattoos of life |