You’re just a sad excuse for how I’ve grown cold
You are a revery and I’m just a road
Rolled over and trampled on let go and then gone
Lying in wait for you to move things along

Time’s a table turnin round
Time’s a ticker it never lets down
I’m a fortune of fever and lust
Time do what you must

You’re just the same old news of what I live for
You are the tempests blues and I’m the red shore
Rolled over and trampled down and tumbled in prayer
And soaking those blues all up and keeping you near

Time’s a table turnin round
Time’s a ticker it never lets down
I’m a fortune of fever and lust
Time do what you must


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