From the recording 211 Degrees
Pop/rock nugget with flavors of early Elton John, The Who, The Police, and some trippy imagery, reminding us that time is short, and though life is busy and complicated, we need to tell the people we love what they mean to us before it's too late.
Lyrics
Back and forth and back like the paperboy
Bringing all the news that’s fit to print
Trying to figure out not always getting it
Your problems aren’t always heaven sent
Early on and all through our lifetimes
Many many things just don’t get said
Trippin’ through wires walkin’ on sunshine
Bennie’s still here but the Jets are dead
Oh, feelin’ tomorrow
Feelin’ like tomorrow’s already gone
Wind-whipped wave wake up and whisper
Sufficient to the day is the evil thereof
Early on and all through our lifetimes
Many many things just don’t get said Trippin’ through wires walkin’ on sunshine
Bennie’s still here but the Jets are dead
Time is passing / Say what you need to say
Words unspoken / Forgotten fade away
Don’t let go don’t forget the mission Don’t forget the reason He came down here
Don’t pipe down somebody’s listening
The facts are all in but you need not fear