one of these days i m waiting on a day when nobody comes to trample my meadow biding my time there s gonna be a time might take a while but changes are coming and it won t be long when everything you said won t sit around and pile up with the traffic in my head and when i wake up i won t see you on the bathroom floor in the tangle of clothes we left lying there it won t be long one of these nights with company i find i won t be inclined to leave before sunrise when my eyes my mouth my hands my head don t tell me that nobody else will do and it won t be long when everything you said won t sit around and pile up with the traffic in my head and when i wake up i won t see you on the bedroom floor in the tangle of rope we left lying there it won t be long it won t be long till it s all gone and it won t be long when everything you said won t sit around and pile up with the traffic in my head and when i wake up i won t see you by the bedroom door in the wallpaper stained by the cup that i threw at your head it won t be long