Counting Down

Its seventeen minutes to one
And the world is flat
And a cold rain beats out time
On the brim of my hat

Its seventeen minutes to one
And my spine is tight
I stretch my legs and
I swim through this liquid night

Being born is
Half the battle
Grab the bars and
Go on, rattle your cage

Its sixteen minutes to one
And the pavement shines
It’s not like I’m loosing blood
I’m just loosing time

Its sixteen minutes to one
There’s so much I got to do
I’m never short on distractions
How ‘bout you?

I’m closing in, never sure on what
I reach your house
But the gate seals shut
So I turn back to the moonlight

Its fifteen minutes to one
And my mouth is dry
With a little gunpowder and a spark
We'll bring the first of July

Its fifteen minutes to one
And the world is round
Each moment is slipping away
Without a sound

I meant to tell you
Something good
But I’m so afraid
Of being misunderstood

Now it’s fourteen minutes to one
And the crows are in flight
I’ve been moving in no certain direction
On these certain nights