"All dressed and fine" Soon it will become the final line To cross in time, to get out of my bed And start the day It's no surprise That nothing works the way I want it to Am I just blind, or am I being too naïve? I'm waiting for a chance, Waiting for a chance Somehow, I doubt that I Will ever get my try All in good time "All in good time" is what I've heard, But when is that? When is that? These ripped out pages in my diary Confusing me, but luckily I'm feeling fine tonight I'm waiting for a chance Just waiting for a chance Somehow, I doubt that I will ever get my try