CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Next Year - Acoustic

My brother and me
Used to climb this tree
We were gonna build a little club house ‘bout 10 feet off the ground
We drew the whole thing up
We needed wood and our daddy’s truck
But he was out of work that summer
And the truck only had one gear
He said “we’ll do it next year.”

My buddies and me
We have this dream
We’re gonna rent this cabin way up in Montana
And we were gonna fish
We had the date all picked
But My old man got sick
So 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, borrow or make time
You make plans, hope for the best
Life moves on, so damn fast
Another 12 months just flies by and you’re still here
But it’s never quite next year