My words ran away from me Now I’m lost and they're out at sea Sailing away
They come and go, like the breeze Whisper sweet, burn like disease They change with the day
And I seem to say All the wrong things on the right day And I seem to do All the wrong things on the right cue At least most of the time
My words took me down the wrong track And now I want to take it back So I’ll run away
If only I could be free Of the plague that my words seem to be I’d thank the day
For I seem to say All the wrong things on the right day And I seem to do All the wrong things on the right cue At least most of the time
And life can be Such a give or take Some laugh while they're dying Some cry when they wake But there are some words That I could never do without That paint pictures on polished walls And dance away with doubt
My words came back to me They stayed awhile, we had some tea While time whiled away
I said, "please be kind and please don't go" They said, "we'll try, but you never know" Depends on the day
And I seem to say All the wrong things on the right day And I seem to do All the wrong things on the right cue At least most of the time
Compositor: Sonya Diane Kitchell (Sonya Kitchell) ECAD: Obra #16874791