Fortune favors the bold.
The meek inherit the Earth.
The Sun will explode,
killing our planet,
if some rock from outer space
doesn’t do it first.
Promises, promises…
I’m going to write
the Great American Novel.
I’m going to eat right,
no more smoking and drinking,
and be healthy.
I’m going to buckle down
and work harder
and never take today
for granted.
Promises, promises…
Once we get these bills paid off,
we’re going to fix the house.
We’re going to travel,
see all those places
that we watched on TV.
I’m gonna buy you that new car
and then we won’t have to worry
when it gets cold in the winter.
Promises, promises…
We’re going to spend more time together.
We’re going to go camping in the mountains.
We’re going to sleep in,
and stay in bed,
and have sex,
and get up when we want,
and I won’t let a phone call
take me away.
Promises, promises…
I’m going to love you forever.
I would never leave you.
I would never hurt you.
I will always hold you
and protect you and take care of you
and support you
as long as we both shall live.
Promises, promises…
I’m going to see you
on the other side.
I’ll look for you
and we will spend eternity together.
Don’t worry, Babe;
it’s going to be all right.
I promise it will.
I promise.
HG – 2018
