Take your sweet time during mine.
Days out of line, that's just fine.
A minute infinite,
Two hours all ours,
Three days off in a daze,
Four years, oh
What the heck are years for?
-Like electric rails, overflowing pails,
The ever never more.
What the heck are tears for?
-They're to fill the pails,
Bring you to the rails;
They're what's behind that door.
What am I here for?
-Here to keep me home,
Though it's really yours.
When it pains it roars.
Oh stop, you'll make my ears sore.
-Could be what you need.
Watch the sky recede
And clear out for the storm.
Come out from in the open
-turn off the TV
Stand back from all the windows
-get beneath a tree.
Safe and dry and warm, hey, that's me.
Days out of line, that's just fine.
A minute infinite,
Two hours all ours,
Three days off in a daze,
Four years, oh
What the heck are years for?
-Like electric rails, overflowing pails,
The ever never more.
What the heck are tears for?
-They're to fill the pails,
Bring you to the rails;
They're what's behind that door.
What am I here for?
-Here to keep me home,
Though it's really yours.
When it pains it roars.
Oh stop, you'll make my ears sore.
-Could be what you need.
Watch the sky recede
And clear out for the storm.
Come out from in the open
-turn off the TV
Stand back from all the windows
-get beneath a tree.
Safe and dry and warm, hey, that's me.