Letters

I've been trying to find a place to call my own

My nine lives are spent, I'm getting old

While time flies it also takes a toll

So by the time you hear this I'll be gone

Oh my my, my patience solid gold

My nine to five is taking sticks and stones

So bye bye, it's time to let you go

But by the time you hear this, I'll be gone

By the time you hear this, I'll be

By the time you hear this, I'll be gone

By the time you hear this, I'll be