From the recording IN THIS LIFE (pleasantries)

studio release
recorded by Bryan Martin at Excello Studios Brooklyn NY Summer 1995
 
jim - guitar, lead vocals
john lopos - bass, backup vocals
greg clarke - drums, percussion
frank giordano - lead guitar
 
written 1993 Brooklyn NY
©(fitzgerald)

Lyrics

In This Life
 
Someday you’ll find
That life is a mystery in common clothes
And though you find that so unfashionable
You’re gonna learn about your true self
And that you can’t afford to put on airs
In this life, in this life
 
Feeling so secure of your place in the world
So small are you, you’ve no idea it’s just confusion
And your peace just a piece in a puzzle
Wide eyed or narrow minded we’re all the same
Just a moment in a game
Will you realize the frame we all must paint towards?
 
Your illusions implanted by this modern world
Soon infect you it’s a virus of delusions
And your place not a pedestal to preach from
Or look down upon the others we’re all the same
On this mound of mud and stone
Realize the bones within you are ones with those below you
 
Someday you’ll find
That life is a mystery in common clothes
And though you find that so unfashionable
You’re gonna learn about your true self
And that you can’t afford to put on airs
In this life, in this life
 
Significance lies deep within a stream of being
So much larger than the self or soul of one
This life you have begun
Is just a moment in a game
Significant just the same
As those before you and those who will come