I think I’m seeing things in my coffee cup
And I don’t know if all these dreams will ever be enough
To keep me truckin' along this dusty, potholed road
I suppose I should be going now, my coffee’s getting cold
Just like my soul
Sunrise, sunset, doesn’t matter, it’s always the same
The sun is moving all the time, but we’re the ones changing
Ranges of emotion cluttering my mind
Bouncing through my body, destroying my insides
But please don’t take my soul;
It’s the thing I need most
Times’s a-wasting, my breath’s becoming short
Waiting for an answer, but it’s time I can’t afford
Begging and bartering has become my last resort
It’s up to me to acknowledge or to ignore:
Time
What’s the point of wondering when nothing’s getting done?
And what’s the use of marching to the beat of your own drum
When you’re out of tune and have no rhythm and you’re all torn up?
Well, Father, if it is your will then please just take this cup
Take this cup
So I put on my helmet and I strap on my boots
The rest of it is uphill and I know that I may lose
But there’s no chance of gaining if I never even try
And I would like to know myself before I have to die
As I sigh my last sigh
Times’s a-wasting, my breath’s becoming short
Waiting for an answer, but it’s time I can’t afford
Begging and bartering has become my last resort
It’s up to me to acknowledge or to ignore:
Time
Time to listen, time to learn
Time to rise up from these ashes of my burned
And broken life that I led
To save my soul no longer dead
My soul no longer dead

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