Time passes by so slowly
When you're not here
Day turns to night evening sbadows fall.
Thoughts turn to better days that's
The slowest lime of all.
The moon's caught in the trees
Can the stars be a pathway
While I'm alone - can I keep
It to myself 'till morning
Sun-rise takes these shadows from my eyes.
Slide away midnight fever that
Mongrel hours on the run.
Slide away midnight fever
That cold dark dream has melted in the sun.
Someday I'll be looking back
On everything - there's no rights or wrongs.
You will become just a memory to me
That's the slowest time of all.