Stranger in a Strange Land ~ Philip Brent

When I leave on time, I often arrive late
When, I linger too long, I also arrive late
I write one more email, like it can’t wait
Hear one more song and ponder my fate

I’m like many, my life not what I thought
What I had wanted is not what I have got
Not too old, but I have grey on my head
Aches aplenty; not enough to stay in bed

Life goes on; we cope; we do what we must
From becoming alive, till we turn into dust
Breathe deep, relax, don’t worry your pate
When we give up the ghost, we’ll all be late