Maybe one day, It'll be over
I'll look outside, and see the world
I'll sit on the step and close my eyes
Maybe someday I can just hear the birds
And the crashing waves inside my head
Will resolve into water in a lake
And maybe one day I can hear the breeze
And wash ashore in to the wake
But it won't happen
No it won't happen
No it won't happen
No it won't happen
And it won't happen
No it won't happen
Oh it won't happen
No it won't
Maybe one day I'll live to 80
And watch as my life fades away
And the time between the pitiful visits
Extends and each passing day
And as it all becomes a memory
I, too, will slip away
All alone in a white room
With wires and tubes
The bedsheets replaced
After I pass
In the very same day
And I just hope as I daze between
The tasteless food, the TV and news
That I can remember the days of my youth
When I had no clue what I was going to do
How I wasted it all on nights of booze
And would lay awake pondering nothing new
For I am nothing new, I'm just more of the same
Another passenger riding the same old train
And I'll get off at the very next stop
Alone, accompanied by my luggage of thoughts
And moments, and memories of the ones that I loved
Except now I know; they all got off at different stops
I hope we meet again, but if not, that's okay
Because we've had our time, and we've lived our days
And now it's time for me to step out of the way
And allow the others to all board the train