Old Man Time Ain't No Friend of Mine

Wake up in a room where steel guitars turn to steel bars

You know I've lived here too long

Try to write these songs about being bored

Why am I so surprised when they all prove boring songs?

The second hand holds still while the hour hand slips by

I don't know just how long I've been here

I stare out the window and contemplate the sky

While I grow older than my years

Plucking strings by the side of my bed

By a stack of books, most of which I've never read

I want to capture in sound the way things are

But I'd regret it in the morning if I smashed my guitar

The second hand holds still while the hour hand slips by

I don't know just how long I've been here

I stare out the window and contemplate the sky

While I grow older than my years

Well, they're never gonna tell us

Just what's coming around the bend

But there's one thing I can count on

That's that old man time is not my ******* friend

For the reaper lurks in stillness

But motion too is death

So I just float between them

Moving in and out to the rhythm of my breath

The second hand holds still while the hour hand slips by

I don't know just how long I've been here

I stare out the window and contemplate the sky

While I grow older than my years

The second hand holds still while the hour hand slips by

I don't know just how long I've been here

So I stare out the window and contemplate the sky

While I grow older than my years