Count the times I've cried in vain

The year has grown long and youth has passed me by again

A broken watch

A run-downclock

A smiling face on my wist

The best years of my life just meet the sky again

Someday I'll get it back

Someday

Before I open up my mouth

I think of all the weight

A passing phrase my carry

A slipping tongue loose lips and ships

A smiling face on my floor

The tried and true way to make a new adversary

Someday I'll get it back

Someday