## Metadata
**Caption:** alt-rock, glam-punk, glossy production, confident, uptempo, 100 bpm, female vocal
**BPM:** 100
**Duration:** 170.0s
**Key:** E major
**Time Signature:** 4

## Lyrics
[verse]
Confident stride down the same old street
Coffee in hand and a beat in my feet
Watching the pigeons argue over crumbs
Watching the whole neighborhood come undone

[verse]
Everybody's got their little routine
Walking the dog, keeping the lawn green
I've got mine too, it's not much to explain
Just walking round the park again and again

[chorus]
This is the life, this is the game
Nothing too fancy, nothing to blame
Just me and the pavement, the pigeons, the trees
Living this life at my own kind of ease

[verse]
Old man on the bench feeding the birds his bread
Kids on the swings racing ahead
Nobody's rushing, nobody's late
This little park's got its own kind of state

[chorus]
This is the life, this is the game
Nothing too fancy, nothing to blame
Just me and the pavement, the pigeons, the trees
Living this life at my own kind of ease

[bridge]
Maybe the whole world could learn a thing
From a quiet walk and the birds that sing
Nothing to prove, nowhere to be
Just this moment, just this park, just me

[chorus]
This is the life, this is the game
Nothing too fancy, nothing to blame
Just me and the pavement, the pigeons, the trees
Living this life at my own kind of ease