Take all you can
you the wide-eyed believer
there in the back of your mouth.
Way, way up high
In the treetops above us,
There's a sound breaking clear,
There's another one lept from the burl.
This very year,
you turned four and quarter
past the time you was hoping to be.
Now you are late,
you are late you are late now,
There's no turning around,
You will always be late, don't you see.
And you're biding your time.
And you're biding your time.
Gazing out as the day winds down.
You're looking good
You've had time to catch up on your sleep
And your magazine stack, growing taller
But you couldn't catch it no matter your running
You've been swimming around
But the surf and chop s** you in
And you're biding your time.
And you're biding your time.
Gazing out as the day winds down.
Back in the woods where there's no one around for miles and miles
Singing out loud to the willows above.
You're changing the words so they'll fit to the tune you've set them to
Sing so the words might seem bigger and true, oh.