I miss the days
I didn't know
What to care about
Except what was on the front page
I miss the nights
And those long drives
And the boredom
Not thinking about someday
Now there are stakes and I keep choosing
What I'm trying to prove
Somehow, some way... someday
My mother saved
My books and games
That now my kids play
Not caring about the history
I do the same
I make my own ways
To save some memories
Of things to miss someday
To miss them then, but not miss it now
Means I'll be sad of what I'm proud of
Somehow, some way... someday
I want what was
Or yet to come
Though now holds
Another time's past and future
Are these moments scarce
Or unlimited
Because it's always
And forever right now
I have now what I hoped to get
I have now what I'll soon miss
Somehow, some way... someday
Someday
Someday
Someday
Words and music by Brody Bond. © Brody Bond. All rights reserved.