First things first When you can quit livin' in the past When you stop worryin' 'bout tomorrow Then I think you just might last And I know the price of freedom Gettin' more than a little high In these angry days of sorrow We find the meaning of a lie So I sing about first things first First things first Remember everything you pass When it's time to go on back Remember to put the first things first And I know the price of freedom Gettin' more than a little high In these angry days of sorrow We find the meaning of a lie So I sing about first things first