Mighty Mighty Bosstones (The)

Someday I Suppose
There was a place, and the name of the place escapes me When I can't rememeber, it irritates me Could be I can't remember, could be I choose to not Let's move along the song and try to find the plot There was a girl, and I don't know her name either, She gave me love and I said I'd never leave her If I did, I'd come back someday and find her Maybe I will, I should write down a reminder! One day! One day who knows? Someday! Someday I suppose! There was a verse that I was gonna write I haven't yet, but there's still a chance I might An open book that I still want to close I'll find the time someday I suppose. A place and time, I wanna be and spend a storyline That's happy in the end. Plans are made with promises so certainly uncertain. I can't wait to set things straight before they close the curtain. One day! One day who knows? Someday! Someday I suppose! The more I sort it out the more it gets distorted I sort of think I'm better off just leaving it unsorted Letras de cancionesThe more I try to change its course, The more off course it goes Of course I'll reach my destination someday I suppose Sort it out, get distorted one day who knows Hide behind, unreported someday I suppose There was a place, and the name of the place escapes me When I can't rememeber, it irritates me Could be I can't remember, could be I choose to not Let's move the song along and try to find the plot There was a girl, and I don't know her name either, She gave me love and I said I'd never leave her If I did, I'd come back someday and find her Maybe I will, I should write down a reminder! One day! One day who knows? Someday! Someday I suppose! The more I sort it out the more it gets distorted. I sort of think I'm better off just leaving it unsorted. The more I try to change its course, The more off course it goes. Of course I'll reach my destination someday I suppose. Sort it Out The more I sort it out Gets Distorted The more it gets distorted Someday Who Knows? I sort of think I'm better off just leaving things unsorted Hide Behind The more I try to change its course Unreported The more off course it goes of course Someday I Suppose I'll reach my destination From Letras Mania