You said why do I fret for the future and dream of the past?
My here and now spirit treasure so vast,
It covers forever eternity tone.
Yet is caught in one moment, a world of its own
Why consider tomorrow when I have today?
When I know that what I do wrong now,
tomorrow I've got to pay...
So I fret for the future and I dream of the past
and I look out for both of our pitiful stupid ass.
Now you know why I fret for the future and dream of the past.
The past is mines , it can't be touched,
tomorrow is yet to come
knowing you as I do
I doubt if it will be me in your arms.