All the time, the time goes by before I realize the things that I've thought To define ideas that seem to fall in place, align without much at all. Make some sense, I guess, but only after spilling out all over a page. Funny how what I intended can just reinvent itself on the way.
Desire to see the best in everything I'd like to take a rest, forever sing. And I know now what tomorrow's gonna bring;
Oh, the morning will only ever just catch up with you before you know. The evening is gonna fall right into view.