Leaving things can be hard
Seems that with endings a regret of having lived is never far
But to be sad, it only says "how wonderful was that?
All of those things I think we would have never done
If we'd stayed mad or lazy or scared or whatever hinders living"
Seeing that it all was worth more than we thought
And just like that again and again how it slips by without a thought
It proves that we forgot things we knew
So why when we're not happy do we doubt the day we'll muse
"Too bad, now those days are done and oh how wonderful was that?"
All of those things we wouldn't miss until they're gone
Until it's pa**ed, too bad
It stings, the things I never knew I'd love
The future's disquieting dark
Can keep the cautious and guarded from ever venturing too far
Into its path, into the unknown of the yet-to-happen land
And of the happiness with no guarantee endorsed
But looking back, how many times you said "how wonderful was that?"
That includes naked by the river, scrawling notes onto his paper, he's alone
He's a comer and goer but planes don't wait forever to be flown
Oh, will his waves be ever separate from the universe's own?
Flying past the farms a slowing moment, another flat, and a long walk home
Home, home, home, alone
Naked by the river, scrawling notes onto his paper, he's alone
He's a comer and goer
Maintaining a future is tough
Seems that the weighing and the judging makes it harder when results insist
"Too bad, you planned ahead and now you aren't where you want
This kind of life's one where just wishing's not enough"
But you could laugh, or cry, or feel
Why not say "f** it, if I'm stuck"?