I sometimes wonder why people make promises they never intend to keep
Not in big things, like love or elections, but in the things that count
The newspaper boy who says he'll save an extra paper
And doesn't
The laundry that tells you your suit'll be ready on Thursday
And it isn't
Love, well, yes
But like everything else, we go from day to day
We move from promise to promise
I've had a good many promises now
So I can wait for the harvest
And some of them to come about