As I look up to the clouds I can see them on the run
While the fading sun is hiding from the cold dark night
Please stay up Mr Sun, I'd like to have a bit more fun
Before you steal silently away forever out of sight....
But I've had a lot of years to play and I gotta go away
Down the empty corridor of time a hand is beckoning
I have asked a hundred times if please could I stay
The answer comes back, there's a day of reckoning....
Could I please get that year back I spent one time
Playing cards 'til late at night and staying out 'til dawn
I thought about my mother but I didn't spend a dime
To see how she was...then one day she was gone....
If I could live that year again I would do my very best
To not make the same mistakes, surely I'm more mature
You could wipe that year away or maybe call it a test
To see if I have truly changed from the way things were....
...I look deep inside myself and I know I'm wasting my time
The hand is still down the corridor and it's still beckoning
I look back all those years ago wishing I had spent that dime
But it wouldn't do a thing to slow down the day of reckoning.....
