The phone is ringing as I dig for a pen I change my face and answer and then Grope and sputter for the right thing to say To earn another week, "See, given time, I can pay"
What about the bills? What about the rent? What about the days in the park you never spent?
I wonder, what's the use? I need time to have a purpose
My treasure map's been on the shelf for so long It's not my choice, and that's what's so wrong Our time together, a receipt in her purse One makes up the other, and that makes it worse
What about the streets? What about the crowd? What about the simple existence you avowed? What about the words written on her face? What about the promise to leave this place?
Not alive, just living Not alive, just living I wonder, what's the use? I need time to have a purpose Not alive, just living
When we're done packing and I crawl in the van I'll smash the phone just as fast as I can I can't remember when I didn't know About loans and touch-tone phones, it wasn't that long ago
What about those feelings? What about that touch? What about the little things that used to mean so much? What about my hopes? What about my fears? What about my heart that won't produce tears anymore?
Not alive, just living Not alive, just living I wonder, what's the use? I need time to have a purpose Not alive, just living Not alive, just living Not alive, just living
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