Good Timing Songtext
von Theoretical Girl

Somewhere, somebody is whistling,
But I can′t feel so upbeat
'Cause history tends to repeat for me.

Somewhere, somebody is walking
Hand-in-hand with you,
But I′m just not that lucky.
It's true...

And I'm just not that fortunate.
I always seem to get there too late;
I′ve never been blessed with good timing.


It takes a while to fall into place,
When it does, it seems I′m too late.
I've never been blessed with good timing.

Somewhere, sombody is feeling content,
But it′s not me, not me...
'Cause history tends to repeat, you see.

Somewhere, somebody is looking into your big, brown eyes,
And I′m just not that fortunate.
I always seem to get there too late;
I've never been blessed with good timing.

It takes a while to fall into place,
When it does, it seems I′m too late.
I've never been blessed with good timing.


It takes a while to fall into place,
When it does, it seems I'm too late;
I′ve never been blessed with good timing.