Sitting on the brink of 20
Staring at the stars
Wondering who and what we are
On the patio trying to get lucky
Down at the local bar
Feeling low and looking pretty from days of working hard
Already with a boyfriend on your arm
Coolly smoking cigarettes with a blatant disregard
For wondering who and what we are.
One of these days, I might get the nerve to call you
One of these days, you might answer the phone
One of these days, I might dial the right number
One of these day, you just might be home
Sitting on the brink of 20
Looking at our years
And wondering who and what we are
Cracking jokes down at the local bar
And wondering who and what we are
We played the ponies, we played our cards
And one of these days I might get the nerve to call you
One of these days you might answer the phone
One of these days I might dial the right number
One of these days you just might be home
Oh Yeah
We played the ponies, we played our cards
And one of these day I might get the nerve to call you
One of these days you might answer the phone
One of these days I might dial the right number
One of these days you just might be home
One of these days
One of these days
One of these days
One of these days