The Confession Song

Wake up Sundays and confess
It's your idea and it's all a mess
Your happy days are gone by far
You don't know anymore who you are

The poets write about lost love
Lost children, heartache, God above
But you ache for the simple things
The joy a job well-done can bring
But it's too late
It passed you by
Going round and around you try

Then you say I'm just 25 years old
But I'm so tired
This world is too cold
It's all a game
You know they cheat to win
Don't want to play
But I don't want to give in

But it's too late
It passed you by
Going round and around you try
Oh, it's too late
To stop the line
Going round and around you've tried

Full of ideas (the half-baked kind)
You boldly throw them on the line
You say "I'm going out with style
But you'll have to give me a while"

Cuz it's too late
It passed me by
I'm going around and around and I try
But it's too late
To turn back time
Going round and around you try