Following Through

It coulda been good

It coulda been something special

It may have had real potential

It never could show

It coulda been great

It could been something alright

But we never did keep it that tight

So whaddya know?

I get up at 5am I so don't need those dreams that I used to have

It coulda been swell

It coulda been off the hook now

If we ever had what it took now

I haven't a clue

I think it's as well

We may have been on the right track

Finding all the pieces we lack

But what can you do?

Now I see that these are cards we drew some time ago, so if you don't know:

I can do it anywhere with anyone at anytime don't you forget

This is my life and it's going to be good, don't you know

Not a promise or a threat or an ultimatum, though I can do that too

I'm just telling you, I've got this life I've got to live

I'm just following through

I dishonor the past

Being so loose with my time

I could stand accused of high crimes

In the court of the dead

And I could be next

On a page about to turn soon

So I'm movin' my ass at high noon

You heard what I said

I could say I hope I'm not misread, but that's all right

I'm quite OK with losing that fight