The Sum of all Things

its not that i’m scared of when tomorrow comes
it’s the sum of all the things i done
the drinkin and the smoking and foolin around i seen
i fear i cut my time between
and the sum of the things i done
don’t add up to the way i feel
maybe a woman woulda steered me clear
maybe i never let them near
maybe the one i needed never wanted me
or maybe i was just too blind to see
and the sum of the things i done
don’t add up to the way i feel
old man river can’t sing his song
the brush is tall and the weeds are long
the leaves are dried and trees scarred
the old stone road seems a little too far
and the sum of the things i done
don’t add up to the way i feel
time takes away the youth of days
but can’t take what is real
now old man river sing a song
about the days when you were young
they pave the road for the days ahead
and clear the path on the groundi’ll tread
if i’d only know?