One of These Days

nothing is ever the way i remember
the facts get dismembered on the tip of my tongue
so it’s hard to change with your memory fading
when the man that i’m evading is the one that i’ve become

but one of these days i’m going to come back around
you’ll see me smiling, you’ll se my feet on the ground
one of these days you’ll turn your head at the sound
of the key in the door

it’s hard to be honest ‘cause the truth can be brutal
and it can be futile to try to turn the other way
i am who i am; i’ve tried to transcend it
but i wouldn’t want to end it and be remembered this way

so you endure me and you ride my emotions
when the level of my self reproach is more than i can say
so the highs get higher and the lows get lower
but nothing is slower than the time when i’m away

© David Stoddard 1998