Not Long Now
Head shaved to
floods of tears
Been told months
Pray for years
Don't know what's in store for me
Cross my fingers and wait and see
Had a visit to the surgery for a routine appointment
Dr sat me down and sold me disappointment
Those tests you've had couldn't be worse
Get yourself home son an
book yourself a hearse
Head shaved to
Floods of tears,
Been told months
Pray for years,
Don't know whats in store for me
Cross my fingers and wait and see
I worry's for my lovely spouse
She'll see the death of her man of the house
She'll move on with the hands of time
It's such a pity those hands arnt mine.
Head shaved to,
floods of tears
Been told months
Pray for years
Don't know what's
In store for me
Cross my fingers and wait and see
How do you tell your kids the news you've bin given
Can't tell them I'm dieing
Cos life is for livin
They'll have to learn to get on
Cos it wont be long before I'm gone
Head shaved to
Floods of tears
Been told months
Pray for years.
Don't know what's in store for me cross my fingers and wait and see
Sat down and cryed like hell, trying to organise my funeral
I hope the wake wont look like the Mary Celeste
Mabe they'll contact renter guest
Head shaved to
floods of tears
Been told months
Pray for years
Don't know what's in store for me Cross my fingers and wait and see
It's now approaching the dreaded day
priest brought in to help me pray
Waste of time
I'm on my way
Copyright © Stephen Power | Year Posted 2019
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