by Joe Hill

Created on: April 02, 2009

Things never really seem to go my way.

I am waiting to have fun, I am waiting to play.

I am waiting for things to go my way.

But it seems I must wait and wait and wait.

I have been here forever, am I already too late.

Am I too late for the good times, too late for the fun?

All I remember you saying is I finally won.

The competition is over, the completion is done.

Then why am I left holding this smoking gun?

They tell me it is time to do things my way.

They tell me ever dog has its day.

But all I hear in the end is nay.

When in the end I am just waiting for everything to be ok.

But that is not one of the possibilities in site.

To survive every day and night I must fight.

I remember one day, when everything went my way.

I got my biggest dream, I got my ray.

The year was 1993 23rd of May.

I got my first daughter and my last.

For one moment it erased all the wrongs of the past.

For once I felt like I got more than just the shaft.

For once I had a reason to smile to laugh.

But life still makes you pay every single day.

I am hurting in every little single way. Me I just want a window by the bay.

In those nursing homes don't tease me fill my tray.

I have already had an empty fairytale.

May I please have a little more wind in my sails?

May I please have a little less hell?

I have had more than enough of this jail.

Can I just act young and role in the hey?

For once can I just have things my way?

I am not Michel Jackson who made thriller.

I am a pillar citizen of the community, a pillar.

So why can't I have things my way?

They say every dog has its day.

I am tired of waiting, who are they?

I am tired of the pendulum going astray.

Can we just this once make it sway my way?

Or can we try harder to make it stray my way?

What must I do to make it stay my way?

Every single day I prey and I prey.

But things just don't seem to go my way.

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