Here's one of the first fingerpickin' songs I wrote, and still one of my favorites to play.

• Eddy Boston - Time Will Tell

I'm so sick of living on the weekend,
I wanna go where I can be free.
Feeling tired of swimming in the deep end,
I wanna float on the warmer seas and smile.

And time will tell
If the days when we sail on the open seas can take away these memories.
And I try to do my best.
Try to do the right thing and live that kind of life.
I try like all the rest,
But who in this world can say what we do is right?

And I'm so sick of climbing up mountains
Just to reach the bottom again.
Feeling tired of staring at strangers,
I wanna sit and talk with friends a while.

And time will tell
If the days when we reach that mountain top, it'll finally make this sadness stop.
And I try to do my best.
Try to act like a man and hold my head up high.
I try like all the rest,
But what's the point when all we ever do is try?

Gotta pay the bills or they'll take you away,
If you don't go to work then you don't get paid.
Still my mind keeps wandering every day,
Wishing I were someplace far away. Away. Away.

And I'm so sick of planning for the future,
I wanna live the present and forget the past.
Feeling tired of working for the boss man.
I wanna tell him to kiss my ass goodbye.

And time will tell
If I can tell him to take this job of mine and stick it where the sun don't shine.
And I'll be somewhere far away.
Gonna be where the green sun shines down every day.
And I know it'll work for me.
I know it's gonna work 'cause that's the way it's meant to be.

And time will tell.