The twelfth of never is a long, long time When you look at the grand scope of things We have packed enough baggage to complete the trip We've brought along everything
Bag after bag, trunk after trunk Filled with the relics that we chose to save Some to hideous to look at, unwilling to share We'll take most of these to our grave
Bits and pieces of lives torn apart By war, lost loved ones and friends And we continue to store them safely away Hoping one-day hearts will have time to mend
In one trunk there's war, in another there's death These are the most grievous to bear Then there are the remnants of painful mistakes Stacked in bags a hundred feet in the air
The small box at the bottom contains the sweetest of dreams It holds the jewels and the joys of this life Memories of Mothers and Fathers, Brothers, and friends Husbands, children and grandchildren and wives
Soon we'll be able to cast the miseries away Even the crates of burden will not matter anymore On the twelfth of never, we'll set sail to heaven's gates Able to leave all this world's heavy baggage ashore
