The Corner
If these were my famous last words,
Would they be like a tree that’s falling in the woods?
No one there to hear it make a sound—
No one there to watch me hit the ground.
And would it matter anyway?
If this were my last day on earth,
Would it feel like a type of new rebirth?
Would perspectives like stars be realigned?
Would objectives like words be redefined,
And would it matter anyway—just another normal day?
Tomorrow I’ll have to believe that this might be the day the corner is finally turned.
Your mercies are all I’m packing, and I won’t be looking back again
To kiss these days good-bye.
If this were the last time things went wrong,
Would I still have to smile and play along,
Or would it matter what I’d say?
They wouldn’t want to know anyway.
Tomorrow I’ll have to believe that this might be the day the corner is finally turned.
Your mercies are all I’m packing, and I won’t be looking back again
To kiss these days good-bye.
And if tomorrow is just like yesterday,
Perhaps I’ll stay in bed and do my best to pray,
But I’ll keep dreaming anyway.
Tomorrow I’ll have to believe that this might be the day the corner is finally turned.
Your mercies are all I’m packing, and I won’t be looking back again
To kiss these days good-bye.
Words and Music by Bill Stutzman
Copyright 2006 Bill Stutzman/Songsmith Stutzman Music