Aviator

Desperation sits just like a friend upon the floor
My pictures are all torn around my feet.
Mr. Madness points his eyes, a finger from his chair
And an angry crowd is gathering in the street.
To take my time away
To take my time away
If I'm the man they say I am, then why am I still here
My portrait seems to make me look quite sane
There's no hair inside my helm and no scars upon my face
But the crowd is knocking on the door again.
To take my time away
To take my time away
And the music is so loud that I have lost all sense of time
A phone rings but no one makes a sound
The storm's a'falling on the roof and smashing all the tiles
And the banners are a'waltzing 'round and 'round.
To take my time away
To take my time away
In all of my life you know I've done no man no wrong
And yet to some that is the only mortal sin.
And so I stand accused of the crime of being poor
While my thoughts are confused by the din.
The din that takes my time away
It takes my time away
I light a cigarette just to try and slow my thoughts
My throat is awful dry but I can't drink
There's a clamoring within now, and a clamoring without
So much going on that I can't think.
It take my time away
Yes it takes my time away
And meanwhile in the wood watch what they're doing to the trees
Why must they let them spark and let them burn
It takes such a long long time for trees like that to grow
Some people, just never-ever learn.
And yet they take my time away
They take my time away
There will be nothing left if this madness runs its course
Except the gleaming buildings to the sky.
With solitude and all and every friendly word
With the sound of feet as the old world shuffles by.
Taking my time away
Taking my time away
No concessions to my past no this song that I can make
If I had my time I'd do it all again
I'd just make a few adjustments to the way I treated you
And let myself be washed by the rain.
The rain that takes my time away
It takes my time away
Desperation sits just like a friend upon the floor
My pictures are all torn around my feet.
Mr. Madness points his eyes, a finger from his chair
And an angry crowd is gathering in the street.
To take my time away
To take my time away