By the time I get to the school
will she still be waiting?
How can I not look like a fool
like I’m the one who’s not relating?
By the time I get her to the theater
She might be angry
If I don’t have a special gift for her
being late would be too bad for me
By the time we take that little walk
like walking hand-in-hand in the park
Will it be too late to talk?
Can I do it before it gets too dark?
By the time I get to see the doctor
Will I still feel the pain?
Will I feel sorry that I ever mocked her
as my life falls down like rain
By the time I get there
will she care?
Should she care?
I still care
Will life be fair
by the time I get there?