to something to look forward to
with the cloud dressing the sky
an antique mirror and the tide
The more I come to think of it
The more I come to think of it
As sure as the ink is ink, I think
The more I come to think of it
You and I are in the thick of it
And we go on and on and on
To something to look forward to
Cigarette butts stubbed in the lawn
With my hands waving at the moon
I will laugh like a hyena
The more I think the less I do
to something to look forward to
And two and two makes four
As sure as ink, as ink, as ink, I think
We, you and I will be in the thick of it
In the pink in the afternoon
from a suitcase in the attic
Teenage ghosts fall across my head
Cautious and unconscious of the present
I think through the dreams of tomorrow
something to look back upon
We may not have much money,
but with every note came a worry
The less I do, the more I think
I'm looking back for something
Something to look back upon
The more I think, the less I do
I'm looking back for something more