Roulette - Umphrey's McGee

Think of all that’s come to pass

And all the things that fall away so fast

Had you tried could you have made them last

Morning could not give again

And soon enough those things that happen then

Could only wait for your remembering when

First think of this

What you would miss

Not what you become

The scheme has no roots

It sleeps on the roof

Deciding its too drunk

And though there seems no way to know

I’d rather question when I’m old

Away from all the reasons now

I’d hope to deal with them somehow

Along the way these words would scream

But could they still remain unseen

And now its left up in the air

Think of all that’s come to pass

And all the thing that fall away too fast

As you tried could you have made them last

Morning could not give again

And soon enough those things that happen then

Could only wait for your remembering when