Maybe Next Year

A world that's filled with lust(?)
A world that's filled with haste
A world that never waits for the past

A world that lifts you up
A world that wears you down
Ten feet underground
Come too soon

And it's life I find the hardest part
(When you) realize that time runs out
So don't waste away
hear me say

Maybe next year I'll go to Uruguay
Maybe next year I just...
Maybe next year I'll be a tired old man
With nothing left to say

Fallin' from the sky
As I tumble through the clouds
Rise...
Touch the ground in disbelief

...
No parachute to land
...Understand
What it all means

And it's the thrill that makes it all worthwhile
Rushing down another mile
So don't waste the day
Don't waste the day!
..say

Maybe next year I'll go to Uruguay
Maybe next year I just won't dare
Maybe next year I'll be a tired old man
With nothing left to say

Maybe next year I'll go to Uruguay
Maybe next year I just won't dare
Waiting for next year is a tired old man
Who's fading and gray

Stretched out on the stage
Wears a different face for all of us to see
And the crowds they all applaud
It's only life!

Written by Isaac Hasson / Jeffrey Scott Bluestein
© Wooleybird Music, ASCAP
Transcribed by J. Son