Someday you will be married

Someday you’ll end for good

Someday she’ll take off on a flight

Someday you’ll wish you could

Someday you will be filled up

Someday you will be stripped

Someday you’ll take charge of your life

Someday your coin will flip

Someday you’ll write a song for her

Someday you will be blocked

Someday’s the endless tide of time

Someday is on the clock

Someday you wish you spoke up—but

Someday you’ll bite your tongue

Someday it wasn’t she or I

Someday you are the one