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Running outta time...

I’ve been trying to understand But I no longer have the key You’ve gone and locked me out I can’t even see you for a cuppa tea

See you soon is not soon enough As who knows what tomorrow brings This is no little dating game Don’t you hear the angels sing?

There are no hosannas in the high Turning water to wine is an old trick It’s now all about only you and me And some unfinished business to fix

Those sliding doors were meant to be Everything was sweet destiny You know that I know how you feel You’re the only one who ever knew me

But everyone has a breaking point That river of no return runs deep Dreams are pretty empty now And I’m here just losing sleep

Fortune cookie advice runs thin Like shallowness it just rings and rings It’s dancing around the narrative With words that don’t mean a thing







Copyright © Hans Ebert

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