I sometimes wonder why people make promises they never intend to keep Not in big things, like love or elections, but in the things that count - The newspaper boy who says he will save an extra paper, and doesn´t
The laundry that tells you your suit will be ready on Thursday and it isn´t Love, well yes, but like everything else, we go from day to day We move from promise to promise I´ve had a good many promises now, so I can wait for the harvest And some of them, they come about