Tell me what it is, it isn’t fair but I’m wasting time, cos it isn’t my heart, it isn’t my faultand every situation understands, wellthe anecdote of chasing the locations to your doors ’cos I’m wasting time, I’m wasting money again and all the cigarettes that I have never smoked and all the letters that I have never sent he was sitting by the swimming poolbut he was scared, ’cos it wasn’t his time and it wasn’t his chancegetting older’s not been on my plans but it’s never late, it’s never late enough for me to stay’cos I’m wasting time, I’m wasting money again and all the cigarettes that I have never smoked and all the letters that I have never sent.
