This Year, Next Year...

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, never...

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, sometime, never...