One of these days, I’ll be free at last
From a wicked world wielding a looking glass.
I won’t have to crawl through a crooked maze.
Yeah, I’ll be free - one of these days.
One of these days, I’ll find someone
and she’ll love the man I’ll soon become.
We’ll sit on our porch as a busy boy plays.
I’ll find someone - one of these days.
One of these days, I’ll come to learn
the way back home from this wrong turn.
I understand it might take changing my ways
and I’ll do that, too - one of these days.
One of these days, I’ll face my fears;
perhaps find an end to these relentless tears.
I won’t have to lie or cover my craze.
I’ll overcome these fears - one of these days.
One of these days, and some day soon,
I won’t have to eat with a bent up spoon.
I’ll be faithful to God, always giving Him praise
for the love He gave - one of these days.
One of these days, I’ll be healthy again.
I’ll smile a real smile and remember when
I had lost myself in this drunken haze
and be glad I made it - one of these days.
One of these days, I’ll lose someone
to God-knows-what and, when that day is done,
I’ll look at the past with a grieving gaze
and give anything to get back one of these days.
J.A. Perkins