All the time

Saturday night, Sunday morning

Sunday afternoon, Sunday night

That’s all the time I have to tell him how I feel

All the time I have to sort things out

With him and with me

Will he listen?

Will he take it in?

Will this be the last time?

The last time I have to talk with him

The last time I have to walk with him

A voice tells me it will,

While another voice says it won’t

Don’t know what one to believe

But I don’t care or do I?

I’ll take things in my stride

And see how they turn out

That’s what I’ll do

Joanne Kennedy Ó November 1998