There are those of us who are always about to live. We are waiting until things change, until there is more time, until we are less tired, until we get a promotion, until we settle down -- until, until, until. It always seems as if there is some major event that must occur in our lives before we begin living.
Well now to err is something human and forgiving so divine/
I'll forgive your trespasses, if you forgive me mine/
Life's a deal, you knew it, when you signed the dotted line/
They nail you to the paper, put a rope around your neck/
And so we sing along, the boy stood on the burning deck!