Someday I'll be their and you will be gone.
Sometimes I dream and wish we were one.
I am making a living, making ends meet.
To and from nowhere, up and down each street.
You wanted to settle me, wanted my time.
I should have called you, coulda spent a dime.
But someday I'll be their and you will be gone.
Someday I will mellow, tire of being alone.
You will give me a glance, will respect your new mate.
We will go in separate directions and realize it is too late.
