The Next Time Around

The Next Time Around
One too many goals
That measure out your worth
To seek your weight in gold
Sat by the ivory sill
The further out you look
The further out you'll be

It's not enough to set the terms
If nothing ventured, nothing earned
Though odds are set against
In time, I'll belong to you
It's how it's meant to be
Settled on your own
Sweeping dust from stones
With a letter home
Back where the hour's long
The simplest things invite a thrill
If just by noticing at will
It's not enough to set the terms
If nothing ventured, nothing earned
It's how it's always been
E onde a sorte há de te levar
Saiba, o caminho é o fim, mais que chegar
E queira o dia ser gentil
À tua mão aberta pra quem é
In time, I'll belong to you
That's how it's meant to be
And how it's always been
'One too many goals measuring your worth in gold, Little Joy muses on the fleeting nature of achievements in 'The Next Time Around'. Sitting by the ivory sill, the band contemplates how the further we reach, the further we must go...