Behind the counter at the corner store the calendar shows three years before

A two by three of the cashier's kid at least with those brown eyes it must be his

But it's late at night and I'm not going to ask about the tiny face beneath the plexiglass

Sometimes you say you're feeling small

You plan all day for your own funeral

The cold cold light and the organ plays

Your deadbeat dad there in a suit of gray

It's late at night but you want me to ask about your mother's love and your sordid past

I'm not a fool who wants to turn back time

Erase the jagged line

Because there was no time before you

There was just you the time before

It's late at night and I don't want to know why the future comes fast and the past goes so slow