Hands

I just love this part of the world

The food's fine and the sun shines

And the people seem so relaxed

They ride motorbikes lidless

It seems like nobody's ever been anywhere

They didn't wanna be

I guess I'm not long for this world

He just seems to kind of sit there all day long

In his little store

Where time stood still long before

Meticulous man, time on his hands

Time is his hands

He told me

You too can exist in your very own parallel time

Time ticks and how do you get your kicks?

Right now I could do with any kicks

Back home it's another dead cold night

The street lights emanate kind of surreal glows

Upon the real cold driven snow

That we all know so well

And I walk alone

But when there's a song in my head

I don't really feel alone

The busy streets are empty now

And everybody's gone home