I don't want it all, just what I have earned I just want to make the most of my next turn People get too much too soon and then they never learn
To see you pass by, I would give up my next meal And all the ones after that if we could ever strike a deal But I'm well aware of the limits of my own appeal
We're all gonna go, the way that water runs We're all gonna go, the way that water runs Some go a piece at a time, some of us go all at once
You need a big imagination just to fill up all this space Where the wind blows steady till your clock has got a crooked face The hands of time seem to have a way of tearing up the place
Don't put off till tomorrow what you can fail to do today Oh the earnest thing is slipping, so won't you kindly look away November skies seem to find a way of getting on to gray
Slow fascination procrastination blue Slow fascination procrastination blue Finish this off as soon as I can tie my shoe
You need a big imagination just to fill up all this space You can spend your whole life here, yes, and never leave a trace I've got a hole in my sock and my shoe has got a broken lace
I don't want it all just what I am due I don't want it all just what I am due I'm gonna find out what they stole from us and get it back to you I'm gonna find out what they stole from us and get it back to youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
