See that long line of people who keep standing in the rain

Lookin' tired, gettin' cold

And that signal light they're waiting for, don't ever seem to chang

Killing time, ain't it slow.



Watch them bending with the burden of the pennies that they save

Marking time, growin' old

Slowly marching by the numbers to the freedom of the grave

Killing time, ain't it slow



That's the closest thing to living that they're ever gonna know

And their good times ain't no better than their bad

'Cause they think they need a signal light to tell them they can go

Killing time, ain't it sad.



Don't feel sorry for those people who keep standing in the rain

They don't mind, they don't know

'Cause it never crossed their minds they got a reason to complain

Killing time, ain't it slow.



They're not haunted by the visions that they never dared to see

And they'll never miss the dreams they've never had

They're condemned to go on living in a penitentiary

For killing time, ain't it sad