All these people they won't leave me alone

And we need a little time to ourselves

And half the reasons why I'm sketchin' all the time

The result of this life in hell

But oh well, I think its time



My faith is falling like the leave from atree

The pockets both take it away

The sun warms by body as I'm sitting on a swing

Watching columbus clouds bring in the rain

Oh well I think its time to go



My mind is playing tricks on me all the time

To let you know that I am real

And all the worrie3 you build up inside your soul

The ones that make your world stand still

....Mean you can feel

That its time to go



Are you fed up, are you fed up with me?

Do you think that you could do better?

Do I think that I know better?

Do they think that they know better?



Five fed up faces with the itch to kill a king

Blood red sunrise, and a breat to air that's clean

I drink from the faucet, from the porch I take a pee

I look at you through the bushes

Where you can't see me



I laugh and slip into another state of mind

To let you know that I am real

And all the worries you build up inside your soul

The ones that make your world stand still, mean you can feel

That its time to go