the weather veers wildly, from short sleeves to snow,
like a drunkard who doesn’t know which way to go,
as I play my guitar, I can smell last night’s show,
and the cigarettes I didn’t smoke..

did you ever think you were born 5 minutes late?
‘cause you rush around missing the chances you take,
and I can’t decide if it’s luck, or it’s fate,
but lately, it’s all that I do..
+++ if wishes were horses, I’d still rather walk,
+++ than to ride on the back of my own empty talk,
+++ my best defense is to sit back and watch the world spinning..

the snow has stopped falling, the song isn’t finished,
but no one is counting the losses and wins,
it’s the simplest penance for all of my sins,
I can write them, and sing them for you..
+++ if wishes were horses, I’d be thrown to the ground,
+++ no, I wouldn’t last long, tryin’ to ride that dream down,
+++ my only chance is to step out and watch the world spinning..

the weather veers wildly, from short sleeves to snow,
like a drunkard who can’t decide where he should go,
as I play this guitar, I can smell last night’s show,
and the cigarettes I didn’t smoke…