the pages of the calender flying off faster as i get old.
and if i had a second take, i wont have made the same mistakes, exept for the clothes.
and the part about the one that got away.
well i was blind, i fell behind, and here i gotta stay.
and im lying here wondering is it finally sinking in?
to my weary heart, my foolish pride, and my stubborn head.
i woke up on the right side, i woke up on the right side. on the right side of the wrong bed.
im staring at the autumn stars, and wondering if you are staring too,
And every little satelite, and every plane that passes by just leaves me blue.
chasing my tail, like the second hand chases those grains of sand, and the television hourglass.
and im lying here wondering is it finally sinking in?
to my weary heart, my foolish pride, and my stubborn head.
i woke up on the right side, i woke up on the right side. on the right side of the wrong bed.
--instrumental--
chasing my tail, like the second hand chases those grains of sand, and the television hourglass.
and im lying here wondering is it finally sinking in?
to my weary heart, my foolish pride, and my stubborn head.
i woke up on the right side, i woke up on the right side. on the right side of the wrong bed.
on the right side of the wrong bed.