It's Time
He's bored and old now he's all alone
I call him up on the telephone
What's your name?
Who are you?
My blinds are drawn nice to meet you
And we all get a little strange
When our minds start to rearrange
Endless stories from an empty page
Then it's time, time, time
He's sitting here but he's not all there
His body's breaking beyond repair
He thinks about all he's done
A shining light from a setting sun
And we all get a little strange
When our minds start to rearrange
Endless stories from an empty page
Then it's time, time, time
Lights are on but there's nobody home except the kids
Yeah the kids
Old man waiting for the rest of his life then it ends
And he wins
I still remember the day when they took him away to rest
Laid to rest
I close my eyes and I see now he's looking at me
And he says and he says
Yeah he said
That we all get a little strange
When our minds start to rearrange
Endless stories from an empty page
Then it's time, time, time
Yeah we all get a little strange
When our minds start to rearrange
Endless stories from an empty page
Then it's time, time, time
I call him up on the telephone
What's your name?
Who are you?
My blinds are drawn nice to meet you
And we all get a little strange
When our minds start to rearrange
Endless stories from an empty page
Then it's time, time, time
He's sitting here but he's not all there
His body's breaking beyond repair
He thinks about all he's done
A shining light from a setting sun
And we all get a little strange
When our minds start to rearrange
Endless stories from an empty page
Then it's time, time, time
Lights are on but there's nobody home except the kids
Yeah the kids
Old man waiting for the rest of his life then it ends
And he wins
I still remember the day when they took him away to rest
Laid to rest
I close my eyes and I see now he's looking at me
And he says and he says
Yeah he said
That we all get a little strange
When our minds start to rearrange
Endless stories from an empty page
Then it's time, time, time
Yeah we all get a little strange
When our minds start to rearrange
Endless stories from an empty page
Then it's time, time, time
Credits
Writer(s): Steve Travell, Andrew Simpkin, Joel Summerling
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