Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
All seemed well in new beginnings
She can’t tell if her luck’s ending
The master plan was foiled by change
The work at hand’s a ball and chain
Oh well
Who’ll receive the wise and candid?
What they believe is half its meaning
The somber sting was just the same
As every year when no one came
Oh well
A song to sing, a game to play
An afternoon that slipped away
Oh well