Donovan Woods
Donovan Woods
Donovan Woods
Donovan Woods
Donovan Woods
Donovan Woods
Donovan Woods
Donovan Woods
Donovan Woods
Donovan Woods
Donovan Woods
Donovan Woods
My brother and me
Used to climb this tree
We were gonna build a little club house ‘bout 10 feet off the ground
We drew the whole thing up
We needed wood and our daddy’s truck
But he was out of work that summer
And the truck only had one gear
He said “we’ll do it next year.”
My buddies and me
We have this dream
We’re gonna rent this cabin way up in Montana
And we were gonna fish
We had the date all picked
But My old man got sick
So the plan kinda disappeared
But we’ll do it next year
Another day down
Another week gone
You’re always just talking about tomorrow
You can’t beg, steal, borrow or make time
You make plans, hope for the best
Life moves on, so damn fast
Another 12 months just flies by and you’re still here
But it’s never quite next year
My little boy and me
We were out to eat
And he said I can’t wait till next year and when I asked him why
He said cause we’re going camping
We’re going the ball game
And we’ll do all them other things
You said we’d do next year
So when is it next year?
Another day down
Another week gone
You’re always just talking about tomorrow
You can’t beg, steal, borrow or make time
You make plans, hope for the best
Life moves on, so damn fast
Another 12 months just flies by and you’re still here
But it’s never quite next year
My old man
He was fading fast
He said I’d sure like to go see that grand canyon
So we just left
Packed up the car and went
I called in sick to work and we drove till 3 am
There ain’t no next year
Another day down
Another week gone
You’re always just talking about tomorrow
You can’t beg, steal, borrow or make time
You make plans, you hope for the best
Life goes by, way too fast
Another 12 months just flies by and you’re still here
But it’s never quite next year
It’s never quite next year
Next Year was written by Chris Lindsey & Logan Wall & Donovan Woods.
Next Year was produced by James Bunton.