Space Song

Accept the expiration date

In summer season morning ways a heavy toll

On those confiding in the sides of mountains

Trying to bide the time and then waste the hours away

I sit here wondering the shot I've got to make it out alive

Inside the very time bomb I reside in fighting with the shadows on the walls

They answer every call I give

They lift their fingers but they never lend a hand

The band would play the greatest hits the kids just love them

And they would hum and strum them every way till day became the nighttime said too loud

The crowds are crying

You might be trying to see but it's not good enough for me