One of these days

One of these days I'll write you a song
In hopes that you may want to sing along
I promise to choose each word I sing
Just so you know what I really think

One of these days you'll hear me speak
Of all that's been and lived and ceased
But should you find it hard to surmise
I'll try to show what's been on my mind

I'll make a rhyme one of these days
That settles the question of wandering hearts
In the meantime all I have to say
Is written in pieces and displaced parts

Therefore I suggest you do as you wish
And carry on seeking for "musts" and "needs"
For one of these days my tune will play
And I will have nothing left to say