What's Coming Next
Faces of clocks have been turned around
As I drift from this ol' country town.
The last of the signs
Disappear from my mind
And the autumn rains start to come down.
It was once on a night just like this,
Felt the touch of a soft, tender kiss;
In the ages gone by
Caught a tear in the eye
Wond'ring what it all was that I'd missed.
I remember the laughter and games
But I cannot recall all the names.
We played with the truth
Through the wonders of youth,
But tomorrow we'd not feel the same.
No, tomorrow we'd not feel the same.
There are mountains that we'll never climb
While the heart steals the beats of our time.
The lines on my face
Feel so far out of place,
Just like footprints that I've left behind.
Now there's too many been laid to rest
For the reasons not meant to be guessed.
But since they've been gone
Life's kept rolling along,
And no one can say what's coming next.
No, no one can say what's coming next.
Copyright © Daniel Larson | Year Posted 2015