Rae Street [studio]

In the morning I'm slow. I drag a chair over to the window. And I watch what's going on. A garbage truck tiptoes along the road. Light a candle for the suffering. Send my best wishes with the wind. All our candles, hopes n prayers, though well-meaning they don't mean a thing, unless we see some change. I might change my sheets today.

Well time is money and money is no man's friend. And all eyes on the pavement, I'm not gonna touch ya don't worry so much about it.

The day begins to shine. The parent teaches the child how to ride the bike wobbles side to side. Two dogs entangle, everybody smiles. The pair across the street; one's up the ladder and one's on their knees, painting the faded brick. What's the point, it looks fine from up here.

Well time is money and money is no man's friend. And all eyes on the pavement, I'm not gonna touch ya don't worry so much about it. I'm just waiting for the day to become night.

Next door the kids run amok. The mother screams “don't you ever shut-up?” And there's one thing I know; the sun will rise today and tomorrow. We got a long, long way to go.

Well time is money and money is no man's friend. And all eyes on the pavement, I'm not gonna touch ya don't worry so much about it. I'm just waiting for the day to become night.

Shine those shoes n mow those lawns, let's get back to normal. Lay it all on the table, you seem so stable, but you're just hanging on. Let go that expectation, change the station, find out what out what you want.