Between a hard place and a rock
Father Time lives in a glass condo
its windows stained with history
He sits there in the afterglow,
crooked finger pointing at me
Why do you just deny, decline?
Leave everything to ninety-nine?
he says. I say, pray listen: fate
compels me to procrastinate
CHORUS:
His fuddy-duddy geriatrics
He can keep behind a lock
can’t give a damn for deadlines
a shrill alarm, a watch, a clock
Forever more we’ve all been stuck
between this hard place and this rock
BRIDGE:
You think me lazy, dumb, unwise
I say, there is a reason;
there is a time for everything,
for everything a season
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