HOW MANY TIMES?

 

There’s a coat that I won’t wear again ‘til late sometime this year

And when I hang it in my closet I’ll go on about my day

Just a passing little chore, but before I close the door

I take one final look upon it and I wonder just the same

 

How many times

How many times

Will I get to see the seasons change and stand here at the door

How many times

How many times

Will I be standing here, how many times

 

There’s a general store in Maine where I spent some younger days

I took a drive one day to see it with a long lost love of mine

And, though that day it now was years ago I cannot help but feel as though

I was such a foolish child as we argued on the ride

How many times

How many times

Did I look for something petty as love stared me in the eyes

How many times

How many times

Will I get that chance again

How many times

 

There’s a simple understanding in the moments undemanding of our notice

We build years with months and days until we’re suddenly afraid of what we’ve chosen

Have I done all that I can

Could I have been a better man

I need to do more with these moments

Need to do more with less time

It’s time to ease from concentration into focus

 

There’s a friend that I once knew and before his days were through

He was dark and he was stormy but he could laugh at all the world

I loved and took it all in stride and though I laughed on the outside

I’d give my life to take the loneliness that he had to endure

 

How many times

How many times

Did I get to see my friend alive and think nothing of it

How many times

How many times

Did I look upon his face

How many times

And though he’s gone now

I have this song now

And I still get to sit here remembering the lines

And though I’m not yet under

I can’t help but wonder

Will I get this chance again and how many times