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Find a place to light a smoke
Reel the girl in with a joke
I offered her my last piece of rope
I hope she can tie up a bit of hope
Sitting waiting quiet steady
Constant moving, neverending
The roads are winding, my mind is bending
The stress is rising and the sun is setting on us
Oh, we’re so small
A minute hand, a grain of sand
You chose to rest, you couldn’t run
A day or two, a week at best
How much time do we have left?
North to South, West to East
Sights will change, I’ll change the least
Still afraid to face defeat
But I won’t die on my knees, I’ll land on my feet
Sleep a little, think a lot
I thought you were here and you’re not
These strange faces took your spot
Why the hell couldn’t I have forgotten all about you
Oh, we’re so small
A minute hand, a grain of sand
You chose to rest, you couldn’t run
A day or two, a week at best
How much time do we have left?
Sitting, waiting, quiet steady
Sitting, waiting, quiet steady
Oh, we’re so small
A minute hand, a grain of sand
You chose to rest, you couldn’t run
A day or two, a week at best
How much time do we have
Oh, we’re so small
A minute hand, a grain of sand
You chose to rest, you couldn’t run
A day or two, a week at best
How much time do we have left
Sitting, waiting, quiet steady
Sitting, waiting, quiet steady
Sitting, waiting, quiet steady
