STEPHEN LOMAS: Music

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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.