There were tracks by my house,

But I don't know which side of them

I was born on as it was dark,

As was the other side of the tracks.

We make the most of what is dealt to us

As life has many twists and turns;

Much like the tracks outside my house

Takes people in different directions.

But life is sweet and always waiting

For an adventure or two each day.

And I grasp the horns of morn

And hold on for dear life.

And when the day is through,

It matters not which side of the tracks i"m on.

As long as happiness was in my heart

And I was true to myself.