This Year, Next Year...
It all happens in the dark, a complicated knot ties up your time and suddenly
that's your lot. It could be worse, it should be better. It's coming this year,
next year, sometime, never...
You get to see the world and you learn a lot, sprawled in the doorway of expensive
shops, a broken doll in need of shelter. It's coming this year, next year, sometime,
You could hit a rich vein, get on track If you could shake that monkey off
your back, but he's hanging; on covering your eyes whispering his seductive
lies, the future's bright it lasts forever and it's coming this year, next year,
© TV Smith