one of these days
For the present pass the bouquet basket to the lucky one
Her and I have got some working out to do
But it’s inconsequential
All they say is “how sentimental”
They fired the plain peasant hungry
They fired the dead-ridden drunks
Spoken word will not sound quite the same
For they buried the poet underground with his name
Send the medicine men with their knives and their pens to explain
What the poor man begun to plague with the tip of his tongue
And Corrina just sits there laughing
At the card with the picture of her child she can never bare
And for the daughter who is saddened by the table
Her brother would sit there young and able
Selling blindfolds to the neighbors in a leopard-skin case
And it’ll all be returned to its original state one of these days
Yes, I’ll see her one of these days
On a train, on a subway car
At the foot of Washington place
I’ll remember her face
I’ll see her one of these days
If you get a chance pass the bottle to the lucky one
Her and I aren’t leaving early any time soon
Look at her dance by the candle
They all say leave the keys by the mantle
Tell the paramedics all the secrets
Pour a shot for the boys and remember
Watch her words slur while the meanings change
And the cabinet doors swing open to reveal the same
trading shouting for fame with a masterful grace
discussing authors and singers with a masterful taste
and in the valley still nothing’s happening
little boys and girls are singing
playing red red rover while their parents are sitting
reading cosmetic tips at the edge of the park
and I was bored and hungry waiting
for the medic to return and the moons not setting
till the culprit is properly handled
but it’ll all be returned to its original state
you don’t have to worry, you don’t have to wait
I’ll see her one of these days
So we took a walk down to catch the unsetting sun
Her and I we apparently had a lot of catching up to do
And she lights up a cigarette
Well-versed in Fitzgerald etiquette
She grabs my hand on a whim
Spins me ‘round till I’m dizzy
Pushes me back against the railing
On the river’s edge it’s a fanciful feeling
Picking constellations from the stars
On a Sunday morning late-night boulevard
Take a look at her eyes and decide
Whether Judas would even tell this one a lie
And Corrina still just sits there laughing
Coming down from her high
With a glistening look that shimmers in mine
And it’ll all be over when the night decays
And it’ll all be returned to its original state
You don’t have to worry, you don’t have to wait
I’ll see her one of these days
Yes, I’ll see her one of these days
On a train on a subway car
At the foot of Washington place
I’ll remember her face
I’ll see her one of these days
