Buck

Count the times I've cried in vain
The year has grown long and youth has passed me by again
A broken watch
A run-downclock
A smiling face on my wist
The best years of my life just meet the sky again

Someday I'll get it back
Someday

Before I open up my mouth
I think of all the weight
A passing phrase my carry
A slipping tongue loose lips and ships
A smiling face on my floor
The tried and true way to make a new adversary

Someday I'll get it back
Someday