Is this the best it gets, Before I'm laid to rest? When I am through the gates, With old acquaintances, Embroidering the truth. Will stories be from pre-today, Or from an archive yet to make? Is this the best it gets? How do I know. The best it gets? How do I know? Disappointed, disillusioned, re-affirm my view, We've all a story to sell, We've all a lie that we tell, And it goes on and on, and on and on. Is this the best it gets? Could be surprises yet. When I become the subject of ancestors, Faded photograph, no name. A beacon or a burden, Guiding light, helpful or plain insane. Is this the best it gets? How do I know. The best it gets? How do I know? Disappointed, disillusioned, re-affirm my view, We've all a story to sell, We've all a lie that we tell, And it goes on and on and on and on. Is this the best it gets?