I started off at quarter to three
What did that mean to me
I tie my hands I waste my time
Sleeping on the bottom line

I bite my nails to the quick
It's the kind of thing that makes me sick
I'm shaking at the break of may
In april lives another day

Cause every time I look around
I'm seeing other towns and they sound like dust
Their colors rust
But they're still here

The endings seem to fall in place
I'm saving what I can for grace
But I started off at quarter to three
And no it meant nothing to me

Cause every time I look around
I'm seeing other towns and they sound like dust
Their colors rust
But they're still here