Some day

Someday I’ll do what I want
Someday I won’t have to hurry
Someday I won’t have to listen
Someday I won’t have to worry

Someday I’ll be grown up
Someday they’ll be no school
Someday I won’t have homework
Someday they’ll be no rules

Yes Someday is the place
Where I’d like to be
It’s splendid to think about
Must be splendid to see

But the problem with Someday
Is that it’s not what it seems
The problem with Someday
Is that it’s only a dream

Someday I’ll be perfect
Which is to say, never
Cause Someday never comes
No it never comes, ever

So may as well forget
About that perfect Someday
Cuz Someday you’ll wish
That you loved your todays.

Too much

Bobby Jeffries has a lot of things
Stuff that he simply adores
He keeps buying and buying and buying and buying
And buying and buying some more

He’s got stuff all around him,
In baskets and boxes
On tables, on chairs
And buried under rockses.
In garages and in attics
In basements, under stairs
In closets, in storage
Everywhere a where’s to spare

The more he fills up his spaces,
The emptier his heart gets
The more he fills up his rooms
The more he piles up regrets.

Yes, Bobby Jeffries has a lot of things
In crates and bags and sacks,
But all these years that he’s loved his stuff
His stuff’s never loved him back.

In a minute

In Tucson, a whole crowd mourns.
In Tuscaloosa, three babies are born.
In Kansas City, a new widow cries.
In Kalamazoo, a newborn opens her eyes.


Life ends just as it begins.
Begins as it ends.
It happens and happens.
And happens again.
All these things happen every single minute
So stop looking for a world of miracles
Cuz you’re already in it.

Thought bubble

Above me is a place that’s filled
with whatever I can dream
Like a marvelous new vision
or an extraordinary scene.

So here goes, I’m thinking.
I’m almost done…..
Don’t you worry
it’ll be great when it finally comes.

Just hold on tight
I’m going to show you proof
My thought bubble is growing
Whoops. It just went *poof*.

Follow

They said follow my heart,
So I danced to the beat.
They said follow my gut,
So I got something to eat.
They said follow my instincts,
So I searched for a smell.
They said listen my soul,
But my shoe wouldn’t tell

Guess I wasn’t sure
What they were all saying
Seemed like a lot of things
To always keep obeying.
So instead of worrying
About following their advice
Maybe I’ll just follow
Whatever feels right.