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"?