Next Time
The next time I wake up, I won't be here anymore. I'll be flying away on clouds of gold.
That's the way it is when I am here, and not with you. I'm gone somewhere else, a place I wish was true.
But then reality comes crashing down on me, and then I'm here again. They're yelling again and I want it to end.
Then your here once more, holding my hand. Telling me that it's all right. And I'll be find.
And I'll be just fine, pretending that I'm not. I'm far from lonely and that's all that I've got.
We go home and touch up on the telephone, but then there's tomorrow and I know what I'm not.
Let it all go baby, there's always a next time.
Derr