Sometime

A flock of birds high overhead Is drifting softly down As one by one they come to set Their feet upon the ground Halfway 'round the world they've flown But now they're coming down We've all got to rest sometime We've all got to rest sometime Words I never should have spoken Hanging in the air And knowing that I've lost you now Is what I have to bear It's too late to call them back But next time I'll think twice We've all got to learn sometime We've all got to learn sometime Rushing through my brightest hours Savoring the dark Believing every unkind word Is justified in part Balancing each day upon The blade of light and shade So I try not to waste my time But it's all such a waste of time