The Present's Waiting

My past is growing and future's getting smaller
I'm running faster but the world's getting farther
I never thought I'd make it this old without a moment of rest
Still searching for death
And I've been doing my best.
My past is numbered and I keep it in line
I drink it backwards with a tall glass of wine
I tell the new girl she didn't mean that much to me, anyways
Still living that daze, but hey ain't it the craze?
I'll never tell my friends exactly how I feel
They've never understood and I know they never will
We're all alone in there, dancing in our own little rooms
I drink a gallon to swoon
So I can howl at the moon
Swim along the lagoon
Sing my own little tune
What the fuck am I doing?

The past is over and the future's never here,
The present waiting for my head to get clear
Sometimes I see it and you know I gotta smile, it's true
She's always good to you
She always good to you
She always good to you, ain't she babe
She always good to you, ain't she babe
She always good to you, ain't she babe