Next year I'll take off from home
A flight to Paris
A train to Rome
See the sights from photos with my own eyes
I'd spend a day just to drive the coast
Pull of somewhere but then who knows
Cause I don't have a single place to be
But the bills are stacked high up on the table
So maybe next year...
Maybe next year...
Next year think I'll learn to paint
Get my van Gogh on
And start to take
My lighter side
A bit more seriously
I'd frame it up to hang above
The mantel to remind me of
The beauty and the color all around me
But the meetings always go late on Monday
So maybe next year...
Maybe next year
...
Next year I'll pick up the phone
And find the words I need to own
No more excuses
No more wasted time
I know that it's long overdue
And I can't change the hurt in you
But I'll mean it when I say what's on my mind
I'm sorry...
Maybe next year
Maybe next year
Maybe next year
Maybe next year
