Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Next Year, artist - Donovan Woods. Album song Both Ways, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 19.04.2018
Record label: Meant Well
Song language: English
Next Year |
My brother and me |
Used to climb this tree |
We were gonna build a little clubhouse 'bout ten feet off the ground |
We drew the whole thing up |
Needed wood and our dad’s truck |
But he was out of work that summer |
The truck only had one gear |
He said, «We'll do it next year» |
My buddies and me |
We have this dream |
We were gonna rent this cabin way up in Montana |
We were gonna fish |
We had the date all picked |
My old man got sick and the plan kinda disappeared |
But we’ll do it next year |
Another day down, another week gone |
You’re always just talkin' about tomorrow |
You can’t beg, steal, borrow |
Or make time |
So you make plans and hope for the best |
Life moves on so damn fast |
Another twelve months flies on by, you’re still here |
But it’s never quite next year |
My little boy and me |
We were out to eat |
And he said «I can’t wait 'til next year» |
When I asked him why he said «Cause we’re goin' campin' |
«We're goin' to the ballgame |
«And we’ll do all them other things you said we’d do next year» |
So when is it next year? |
Another day down, another week gone |
You’re always just talkin' about tomorrow |
You can’t beg, steal, borrow |
Or make time |
So you make plans and hope for the best |
Life moves on so damn fast |
Another twelve months flies on by, you’re still here |
But it’s never quite next year |
No it’s never quite next year |
My old man |
He was fadin' fast |
He said «I think I’d like to go see that Grand Canyon» |
So we just left |
Packed up the car and went |
I called in sick to work, we drove 'til three a. |
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There ain’t no next year |
Another day down, another week gone |
You’re always just talkin' about tomorrow |
You can’t beg, steal, borrow |
Or make time |
So you make plans and hope for the best |
Life moves on so damn fast |
Another twelve months flies on by, you’re still here |
But it’s never quite next year |
No it’s never quite next year |
No it’s never quite next year |
It’s never quite next year |