Lyrics Good Timing - Theoretical Girl

Good Timing

Somewhere, somebody is whistling
But I can’t feel so upbeat
'Cause history tends to repeat for me
Somewhere, somebody is walking
Hand-in-hand with you
But I’m just not that lucky
It’s true…
And I’m just not that fortunate
I always seem to get there too late;
I’ve never been blessed with good timing
It takes a while to fall into place
When it does, it seems I’m too late
I’ve never been blessed with good timing
Somewhere, sombody is feeling content
But it’s not me, not me…
'Cause history tends to repeat, you see
Somewhere, somebody is looking into your big, brown eyes
And I’m just not that fortunate
I always seem to get there too late;
I’ve never been blessed with good timing
It takes a while to fall into place
When it does, it seems I’m too late
I’ve never been blessed with good timing
It takes a while to fall into place
When it does, it seems I’m too late;
I’ve never been blessed with good timing