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Words

My words ran away from me

Now I’m lost and they're out at sea

Sailing away

They come and go, like the breeze

Whisper sweet, burn like disease

They change with the day

And I seem to say

All the wrong things on the right day

And I seem to do

All the wrong things on the right cue

At least most of the time

My words took me down the wrong track

And now I want to take it back

So I’ll run away

If only I could be free

Of the plague that my words seem to be

I’d thank the day

For I seem to say

All the wrong things on the right day

And I seem to do

All the wrong things on the right cue

At least most of the time

And life can be

Such a give or take

Some laugh while they're dying

Some cry when they wake

But there are some words

That I could never do without

That paint pictures on polished walls

And dance away with doubt

My words came back to me

They stayed awhile, we had some tea

While time whiled away

I said, "please be kind and please don't go"

They said, "we'll try, but you never know"

Depends on the day

And I seem to say

All the wrong things on the right day

And I seem to do

All the wrong things on the right cue

At least most of the time