killing time

“Sunday sometimes has a sadness about it. You can take some control & jam in some fun but not too far away there is this dread of Monday creeping up.”

Sunday morning

Hell it's almost noon

Got a table on the patio

Like we always do.

Drinking coffee,

All this beer & wine

Lord I'm waitin', just killing time.

Killing time

Killing time's killing me.

You're never so lonely,

Lost in a crowd

Animated fascinated,

And you're talkin' loud.

Glasses clatter, words rattle like chains

Furtive glances, cut like a blade.

Killing time

Killing time's killing me.

We take the car

You're talkin' to me

See all the sights, see what we can see.

Everything's there

All falls into place.

Sun in the window

It burns my face.

Killing time

Killing time's killing me.

There's a dog in the canyon

Some mongrel breed

He's got everything,

He'll ever need.

Hills are brown,

They're ready to burn

There's a lesson here,

I'll never learn.

Killing time

Killing time's killing me.

Remember the station

It was way past one

We waited an hour

Train wouldn't come

Cars on the highway

Stopped for a light

We cashed our tickets

We hitched a ride

Killing time

Killing time's killing me.

Nearly joined the Navy

Considered Marines

Tried a lot of things

Weren't good for me

Been around the world

And back again

I'm on this ride

Right to the end

Killing time

Killing time's killing me.