A Day Late

Here’s to all the times I should have, but never did…

A funny thing about life

Is that it never stops

You can fight, and cry, and wallow

But you’ll only see teardrops

You can try and be nostalgic

But the results are always tragic

The more you sit, the more you lie,

The more that time will pass you by

And when you wake the next day,

Full of spirit, full of might

You’ll see the whole world before you and say

“It’s mine alright!”

But soon you’ll come to realize

This very simple truth

The more time you spend dwelling

The more you lose your youth

You’ll miss the opportunity

Then you’ll blame it all on fate

And in the end you’re suffering

‘cause you’re always a day late