Next Year

My brother and me

Used to climb these trees

And we were gonna build a little clubhouse

'Bout ten feet off the ground

We drew the whole thing up

We needed wood in our dad's truck

But he was out of work that summer

The truck only had one gear

He said, we'll do it next year

My buddies and me

We have this dream

And we were gonna rent this cabin

Way up in Montana

And we were gonna fish

We had the date all picked

Then my old man got sick

And the plan kinda disappeared

But we'll do it next year

Another day down, another week gone

You're always just talking about tomorrow

You can't beg, steal or borrow or make time

So you make plans and hope for the best

Life moves on so damn fast

Another twelve months flies on by, you're still here

But it's never quite next year

My little boy and me

We were out to eat

And he said I can't wait till next year

But when I asked him why

He said 'cause we're going camping

We're going to the ballgame

And we'll do all them other things

You said we'd do next year

So when is it next year?

Another day down, another week gone

You're always just talking about tomorrow

You can't beg, steal or borrow or make time

So you make plans and hope for the best

Life moves on so damn fast

Another twelve months flies on by, you're still here

But it's never quite next year

No, it's never quite next year

My old man

He was fading fast

And he said I think I'd like to go see

That Grand Canyon

So we just left

Packed up the car and went

I called in sick to work

We drove till 3 a.m.

There ain't no next year

Another day down, another week gone

You're always just talking about tomorrow

You can't beg, steal or borrow or make time

So you make plans and hope for the best

Life moves on so damn fast

Another twelve months flies on by, you're still here

But it's never quite next year

No, it's never quite next year

No, it's never quite next year

It's never quite next year