Im just sitting counting all the cobwebs And wondering just when youll come along You said that youd be here an hour ago But an hour ago is hours ago from then No, and I dont know what to do Im drawing crazy patterns on my shoe And the sand in the hour glass slips on by Light another cigarette, watch the burning glow Catching spiders in my hand, and then I let them go Imagine pictures on the wall, watch the insects where they crawl They dont care about you and Ive nothing to do Maybe the bus didnt get there on time Maybe the train doesnt run on that line for some reason And she might not come Because she doesnt want to see you again No no no, that cant be true And Ive got nothing to do
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