I'm driving home I think that it's Friday Another week is gone How the days slip by me
I remember when I was a child And my parents told me how time flies I thought it was a lie
Sitting on top of my hands Watching the world go by Tapping my feet on the floor Wondering, wondering why Things don't work out right No they never seem to work out right But there's always tonight There's always tonight
So, I'm late again I hate to be early Making you wait again Cause I'm thinking that surely You don't mind the time Like I mind, like I mind the time
Sitting on top of my hands Watching the world go by Tapping my feet on the floor Wondering, wondering why Things don't work out right No they never seem to work out right Nothing ever works out right No it never ever works out right But there's always tonight There's always tonight
Lying awake I think about tomorrow How many miles it would take To walk around this sorrow
Sitting on top of my hands Watching the world go by Tapping my feet on the floor Wondering, wondering why Sitting on top of my hands I am sitting on top of my hands And things don't work out right No they never seem to work out right But there's always tonight Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
