My brother and me, used to climb this tree
We were gonna build a little club house 'bout 10 feet off the ground
We drew the whole thing up
We needed wood and our daddies truck
But he was out on work that summer
The truck only had one wheel
Said, we'll do it next year

My buddies and me, we had this dream
We were gonna rent this cabin, way up in Montana
We were gonna fish, we had the date all picked
My old man got sick, and the plan kinda disappeared
But we'll do it next year

Another day down, another week gone
Always just talking about tomorrow
You can't beg, steal or borrow, or make time
So you make plans, hope for the best
Life goes on, so damn fast
Another 12 months flies on by, you're still here
But it's never quiet next year

My little boy and me, we were out to eat
He said I can't wait 'til next year
And when I asked him why 
He said, 'cause we're going camping, we're going to a ball game
Well, do all them other things you said we'd do next year
So when is next year?

Another day down, another week gone
Always just talking about tomorrow
You can't beg, steal or borrow, or make time
So you make plans, hope for the best
Life goes on, so damn fast
Another 12 months flies on by, you're still here
But it's never quiet next year
No, it's never quiet next year

My old man, he was fading fast
He said, "I think I'd like to go see that grand canyon"
So we just left, packed up the car and went
I called in sick to work, we drove 'til 3 am
There ain't no next year

Another day down, another week gone
Always just talking about tomorrow
You can't beg, steal or borrow, or make time
So you make plans, hope for the best
Life goes on, so damn fast
Another 12 months flies on by, you're still here
But it's never quiet next year
No, it's never quiet next year
It's never quiet next year
It's never quiet next year