Why Do Things Go Wrong

Why do things go wrong? Why couldn’t I sing you a song?

Why couldn’t I just have stayed at home?

Home is where I belong – to think about the future,

to think about the past; surely it wasn’t going to

last?

But things will work out right; just you wait and see.

Would I tell you a lie? Would I wish to die? And that

is why, I’d never tell you why.