Overtime

As the tears go by

The sound of your telephone reaction

Make me feel wise

That's the state that used to live in traction.

So we're all wrapped up

Like a present from an Aunt that you don't like

And we're all waxed up

On the sly for the ghosts of a new life

Why can't we see, that it's overtime

why can't we see that's plain old done

Showing off all your big love

Showing off all your big hurt

Show me now what it was worth, when it's said and done!

As the night plays out

Who licked the bowl of this loving situation. Oh just take me now.

All fight no play makes for dreary conversation!

And we're all low down.

Like an alligator cursed with a slow bite!

And we'll all go down... but not so much in the way that you might like.