Here is a song for you.
It's called "Daylight Wasted Time", written in 2010. You can either listen to it here using the audio player just below this, or download it if you prefer by clicking on the file name below that.
The lyrics, more or less, are below both.
Thank you for listening.
It's called "Daylight Wasted Time", written in 2010. You can either listen to it here using the audio player just below this, or download it if you prefer by clicking on the file name below that.
The lyrics, more or less, are below both.
Thank you for listening.
| daylightwastedtime.mp3 |
I'm going south for the winter
To sit out in the sun
And think about my home
And all the things I've left undone
The warm air and the breeze
Help me pretend I'm doing fine
Try not to look down at my watch
During Daylight Wasted Time
Somewhere there are people
Who play the most important part
Of deciding when we'll sit or stand
And when the clocks will stop and start
They print up the new calendars
But they won't get their hands on mine
I'm keeping it to myself
Now that I'm on Daylight Wasted Time
I got lost on my way to work
When the traffic slowed me down
I pulled off the road to find a map
I didn't recognize the town
I thought I'd join the common man
I was parked by the bus line
But off-peak service doesn't come this way
On Daylight Wasted Time
I tried my best to fall forward
Or should I have sprung back
I'm always so confused
Leaning this way, turning like that
I declare my love for you
In a voice blatantly sublime
My words don't make too much sense
When I'm on Daylight Wasted Time
I read that purity of spirit
Was for sale at a special price
They said that it's first come, first serve
But let me give you some advice
The salesman's on commission
Won't post his profit on the sign
Every dime that he brings in is gravy
Throughout Daylight Wasted Time
I've grown tightly into my new skin
But no matter what I do
It doesn't seem to fit too well
Would look better wrapped around you
Maybe then I'd be more comfortable
Watching us in an odd design
Made of eyes and hands and hopes and fears
Hearts, borrowed songs, and time
I respect those who see things differently
Especially when they think well of me
I won't preach to the converted
When I kneel where you can't see
If I had to I'd do it all again
But I'd rather skip it, if you don't mind
The alarm has a pleasant, quiet ring
When you live on Daylight Wasted Time