We'll Get There Before It Closes
Written by
Errol Walsh
Well all too soon we die I guess, so me, well... I'm just gonna take a rest
Gonna contemplate this living while I can
Gonna dig out my old fishing pole & go on down to the fishing hole
Maybe try and figure out what's for the best
Some folks think I'm lazy, others say I got no ambition
But you you know.... you know that's not strictly true
Yes, it's true I'm in no hurry but I doubt if I'll be sorry
If I don't get to die before you do
But we'll get there before it closes... let's take time to smell the roses
And never give a thought to coming last
'Cos we're all going the same way and we'll get there in the end
So why does living have to be so fast?
Well we race right through our childhood and headlong into youth
Hardly even take a breath along the way
And then we rush straight into marriage and that old double baby carriage
Before we even stop to ask the time of day
Well, there's a lot of stuff out there to ponder, there's lots of magic and pure wonder
For anyone who’ll take the time to see
But man, it's just so easy to get sucked into a whirlwind of a life
'Til you just can't see the woodland for the trees
There's so much out there going on y'know, but me, I feel no need to be the one
The one that always has to breast the winning tape
Y'know.. I don't mind being second..... I don't even mind being third
To tell the truth I don't mind coming last
Because we'll get there before it closes so let's take some time to smell the roses
And never give a thought to coming last
'Cos we're all going the same way and we'll get there in the end
So why?..... why does living have to be so fast?