time it will tell and it almost has

words I’ve left make the cursive sound

what was to be has been and has been gone

now here awaiting the darkest of the dawns 

on the back side of life it’s all there to be seen 

the good, bad and ugly, the course in-between 

where we all go if we’re lucky my friend 

you get it in the end 

do regrets hurt as much as the back 

who carried a load stacked upon stacked?

was it all for not to do the right things?

all for the  bounty this saddest of the springs 

on the back side of life it’s all there to be seen 

the good, bad and ugly, the course in-between 

where we all go if we’re lucky my friend 

you get it in the end 

wipe away all those regrets (from the back side of life)

wipe away whatever’s left (on the back side of life)

wipe away those dreams that never made a daylight sound

wipe away the what ifs, why fors and what the heck nows 

time it will tell 

it surely will

it won’t keep your secret it’s surely to spill 

on the backside of life bent over, on your way down

in the end time sticks it to you without making a sound

on the back side of life it’s all there to be seen 

the good, bad and ugly, the course in-between 

where we all go if we’re lucky my friend 

you get it in the end 

you get it in the end

here’s to us all getting it right in the end