Daydreams
Sipping java
Slipping by
Not so much gone astray
As gone awry
Misdemeanors deeds misplayed
Meant to be
all tomorrows
Now all I am
is yesterdays

If this is the shape of things to come
Can’t we go back to where we’d begun
To put away the forks
And straighten the road
So we don’t cross that bridge
Until we lighten the load

You’d be sitting pretty
I’d be right beside
Pouring your coffee
With you my sweet bride
Then we’d have all tomorrows
Where our todays can reside