Wreckage

Wreckage
by Tom Chapin
© 2015 The Last Music Co. (ASCAP)

Sometimes, sometimes
I fall into yesterday
And my skies turn kind of
Gray and overcast
Thinkin’ what I should have done
What I did and didn’t say
I go combin’ through the wreckage of the past.
Combin’ through the wreckage of the past

Sometimes, sometimes
What’s coming down the road
Gets me kind of blue and turns me numb
Like I’m trapped down in some deep hole
Of things I can’t control
Dwelling on the wreckage yet to come
I am dwelling on the wreckage yet to come

What’s done is done, son
What will be will be
Every day goes by so fast
It’s a losing game to dwell
On the wreckage of the future
Or to wallow in the wreckage of the past.
Wallow in the wreckage of the past.

Grandma, Grandma
Lived to a hundred and one
She’d tell us this when we were feeling low
"Can you do something about it?
Go ahead and do it
And if you can’t, just let it go
If you can’t, just let it go"

What’s done is done, son
What will be, will be
Don’t let today fly by too fast
It’s a losing game to dwell
On the wreckage of the future
Or to wallow in the wreckage of the past.
Wallow in the wreckage of the past.

I’m trying to learn from mistakes
And celebrate today
‘Cause come what may
Beg, steal or borrow
We’ll never find a way to replay yesterday
And there’s not much we can do about tomorrow

What’s done is done, son
What will be will be
Don’t let today fly by too fast
It’s a losing game to dwell
On the wreckage of the future
Or to wallow in the wreckage of the past.
Wallow in the wreckage of the past.

This song appears on Tom Chapin's 70 CD.

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