Text: Gordon Lightfoot. I'd Rather Press On.

Is it my imagination or is it my iron pride
I wonder if it matters much if time is on my side
I'd rather press on, I don't wanta rest easy
Anywhere I stray, I will make it a brand new day

Anyway, that is all I've gotta say
I'd rather be by the seaside
Than be playing a one night stand
I've been too wrapped up in my own dreams

I will change things if I can
I gotta press on, don't wanta rest easy
Wouldn't it feel fine to return to the women and the wine
And all of the sunshine that we knew

You will never know what blue is
Until you have played the game
Till you live life in solitaire where
No one knows your name

I'd rather press on, I don't want to rest easy
Have it anyway you will
I will be with you right up until
The spell is broken and all is well

If you'd rather be by the seashore
Well, I sure can understand
Are you too wrapped up in your own scene
I would change things if I can

I'd rather press on, don't want to rest easy
Wouldn't it feel fine
But remembering the rhythm and the rhymes
And all of the good times makes me blue

Wouldn't it feel fine to return to the women and the wine
And all of the sunshine that we knew