Next Time Round

words and music by

john greene

 

 

Life's like a stopover in some crummy town

In the end you're just waiting for your flight

I got no mother, I got no wife

Been carrying a suitcase most every night

 

Time is moving so fast now

Almost feel the turning of the tide

The shadows march across the face

What have I done with my time

 

For too many nights and too many days

All I did was grow my hair

Next time round gonna hurt people less

Maybe have some success

Next time round

 

Sometimes the memories crowd in on me

So many days filled with a childs love

When we were struggling to survive

To keep a roof above

 

I've been a rebel and I've been alone

I wish I could have changed the world

I had my day, down in L.A.

I did all that I could

 

For too many nights and too many days

All I did was grow my hair

Next time round gonna hurt people less

Maybe have some success

Next time round