There Must Be More To Life Lyrics - Jack Blanchard & Misty Morgan

Sky full of factory smoke stacks hot cinders paint the snow black 

Turn up my callar to the cold 

My old boots're wet and dirty missed my bus at 7:30 

Ah there must be more to life than growing old 

Each day seems like the last one each year just like the past one 

As if they're stamped on from the mold 

Somehow it seems to be the only change is you and me 

There must be more to life than growing old 

There must be more to life than growing old 

What happened to the dreams we used to hold 

We never asked for cities paved with gold there must be more to life than growing old 

We never asked for cities paved with gold there must be more to life than growing old 

There must be more to life than growing old