Strain your neck, but it’s hopeless,
Life doesn’t give any notice.
You’ll never see round the next corner
Till you hear the words, “I did warn ya!”
You think that you roll the dice?
Ha — wouldn’t that be so nice.
You just took it all for granted,
Believed that the future was planted.
Time gone, and time yet to come —
Has it ended, or has it begun?
Wondering what might befall ya
As you turn and take the next corner.