Not Here
William Shaw
You cannot say you'll be ready
For you will not know how
It will go down
And although you think
You can stay steady
I'll promise you you'll
Be looking 'round
You know there is
Not much left to say?
But goodbye and good luck
And be on your merry way
And I will not forget
At least that's what I say
But time makes fools
Of all of us
So I will not make
Such promises today