Wishing A Williams, K Knutson 0710 I hear an old dog barking A siren wailing Hear that clock a ticking Wish I could get some sleep Been tossing and turning Hear my man snoring For thirty years he's had good rhythm But lately it's a given Friday nights ain't what they used to be Oh I'm sliding down hill on the sands of time Like a speeding car on a gravel road Honey it should be a crime But it's a waste of energy wishing for all the used to be's These days I'm only wishing for what I need These days I'm only wishing for what I need I know a lot more than I used to I know mostly what not to do I know a lie from the truth Wish I had more money in the bank But that paycheck still keeps coming Old pickup just keeps running This old world just keeps turning Slowly I've been learning It's a gift when death and taxes have to wait Wish I had more of Momma's faith Few more hours in the day Instead I'll settle for a simple joke And a glass of chardonnay