Low Expectations

When it's getting way too late

There's nothing on the slate

You've got to take another break

Step out of the room

Into the street lit by the moon

Walk down to the tombs

Open the windows

No one said that that time would come

To finish what's begun

Things get done when they get done

There's no use in worry

For a heart that's in a hurry

Hang the jury inside out to dry