This Day Next Year - Karate

But sometimes you can’t play how you want to play to show it well

And this is one splinter, splinter of a sentence

Both a pain and a pleasure to try to expel, but I have to tell

About the years of influence and artless advice

That can still only escape in a struggling, stilted excuse for a smile

And when you’re parked over on the wrong side of nowhere

No amount off nothing is going to make it worthwhile

A touch, subdivided, rinsed, and sold

Before the hands have a chance to get cold as an eyelash pries an hour from the

schedules of the uninvolved

And your sills so-called insulation

Can only sigh at December Sundays, unsolved

So like the transportation of the suns

You must hold steady to the ones who light your mornings, nights, and afternoons

And if you should grow angry with the pace of chance

Don’t be afraid to make some plans for December Sundays soon

Today you missed her getting up, once again

Well boy, you’ve got to listen to me

Promise her you’ll rise this day next year, from this very bed

From this very bed

From this very bed

Today you missed her getting up, once again

Well boy, you’ve got to listen to me

Promise her you’ll rise this day next year, from this very bed

From this very bed

From this very bed