Wishing
Wishing
A Williams, K Knutson
©®℗2010

I hear an old dog barking
A siren wailing
Hear that clock a ticking
Wish I could get some sleep

Been tossing and turning
Hear my man snoring
For thirty years he’s had good rhythm
But lately it’s a given
Friday nights ain’t what they used to be

Oh I’m sliding down hill on the sands of time
Like a speeding car on a gravel road Honey it should be a crime
But it’s a waste of energy wishing for what will never be
These days I’m only wishing for what I need
These days I’m only wishing for what I need

I know a lot more than I used to
I know mostly what not to do
I know a lie from the truth
Wish I had more money in the bank

But that paycheck still keeps coming
Old pickup keeps on running
This old world just keeps turning
Slowly I’ve been learning
It’s a gift when death and taxes have to wait 
  
Chorus

Wish I had more of Momma’s faith
Few more hours in the day
But I’ll settle for a simple joke
And a glass of chardonnay

Oh I’m sliding down hill on the sands of time
Like a speeding car on a gravel road Honey it should be a crime
But it’s a waste of energy wishing for what will never be
These days I’m only wishing for what I need
These days I’m only wishing for what I need