Greenwich Killing Time

Set my bag down on the platform
Leaned on my guitar
Looked both up and down those tracks
But I couldn't see too far
It's ten after six in the evening
I'm here for the 6:09
It's an hour before I'm leaving here
Greenwich killing time

Up comes walking Blossom
She's missed that damn train too
Evening wind is raising goosebumps
Like it's got nothing else to do
She says she's from Jamaica
She got a warm Jamaica aire
She says "Man I'd love to take ya
But this train ain't going there"
It's bound for New York City
Riding a static line
Me and Blossom playin' possum
Leaving Greenwich killing time

Just under the skin of the Big Apple
I'm looking for the seedy part of town
She shows me through the subway
To a train that will take me down
She asks me what I'm here for
But I know she understands
How do we thank our angels
I guess we just do the best we can
Maybe I'm looking for something
But I'm here for whatever I find
At the corner of Bleeker and Christopher Street
In the Village killing time

Now maybe time ain't much but a mind game
An anticipation and a memory
But I feel it creeping from my bones
And it means something more to me
It seems we are born with a portion
And every day some slips away
You never know how much you have on hand
But you got to spend it anyway
Whether it leaves you laughing or crying
Or trying or sighing
If you're lowing or if you're highing
And even if you're just sittin' wonder-whying
But you can really feel it dying
Who you're just killing time