I woke up this morning
thinkin' ‘bout the night before
I daydream about my future
all day at the company store
but when it comes to the present
what can I say?
I don't see it till it's gone away
I'm having a good time
wish I was here
I'm writing my memoirs
as fast as I can
I’m hoping tomorrow
comes off as I planned
I'm so torn between hope and memory
I don't see what’s in front of me
guess I’m having a good time
wish I was here
gotta network, make connections
for the jobs to come
anything that means
looking out for number one
gotta go, gotta run,
ain't got no time to speak
I got to work to pay
for what I spent last week
first I saw my therapist,
we explored my childhood
then my financial planner who said
"boy, your future's no damn good
it says right here
beyond a shadow of a doubt
you need a lot more cash
in your bank account
oh, I'm having a time
wish I was here
well, I'm telling you true,
my sisters and bros,
maybe I’m spiting my face
by cutting off my nose
but I'm beginning to think
it makes no sense
some day I'll live in
the present tense
when I finally arrive
at St. Peter's gate
I'll have to say
"hey Pete -- man, you made a mistake
I can't be dead yet,
no, not today
I’ll pencil you in for next week
would that be okay?
hope I’m having a good time
I wish I was
having a good time
just because
having a real good time
wish I was here
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