Letter

My days are full of hurrying and worrying, you know
Repairing and preparing for the places I must go
I'd like to tell you everything, but I can never find a pen
A blink, a sigh, three weeks go by, I fucked it up again
Seems like a while, since the day I first met her
And one of these days..., I'm gonna write you a letter

I am old with promises, I am squeaking like a door
The times I can remember, they don't bother me no more
When I wake up, I am tired, when I lay down, I can't sleep
Where did she hide the gold and why's that river so damn deep?
It's a big lie, and it's gonna get better
When she threatened to leave, I didn't think I could (a) let her
When I find the right yarn, I'm gonna knit you a sweater (yes I am!)
(alt line) I can see by the sky, it's gonna get wetter
And one of these days, I'm gonna write you a letter

I thought we had a chance my friend, I thought we had a plan
I thought I thought of everything, but, the shit has hit the fan!

Everybody keeps on rolling (a bit) further down the line
I wish that I could tell you your old boy is doing fine
I fear there will appear a sign that the end is up ahead
Can't say next when you will hear from me, think of good times instead
My days are short, my story's long, one day someone will tell
Anyone 'round here have a donkey
they might be willing to (trade or) sell?
What did I mean to share with you, before I slip away?
I don't know how I fell so low, but,
there's (only) one thing I could say...
It's a pretty big mess, could've dealt with it better
When she threatened to leave, really should've let her
Tell the clergy or the press, I am ready to confess
And one of these days, one of these days.
., one of these days, (one of these days)
I'm gonna write you a letter
My nearest dearest friend of mine, I'd like to say I'm doing fine
With a quick note to say hello from your pals here down below
I never made it all that far, but, I leave to you my old guitar
And a few words to ponder here,
before I disappear Write you a letter...