Let Time Fly By

Let Time Fly By                             November 29, 2004

Another day, more gray. 

Tears dammed up behind a great wall, 

Behind a seeming iron curtain. 

Insults flying at you from every which way, 

Even from those who "care" about you. 

There's gotta be something, some sort of refuge, 

To help get you through this trying time. 

There's a magic pillow on your bed, my brother, 

That keeps you company so often 

When nothing else seems to work. 

There's a nice, warm bed, my friend, 

To lay your weakened body down upon. 

Life's a mighty bitch, I know; 

I've seen it's many faces. 

Just curl up to your magic pillow, Joe, 

And let everything just disappear. 

In a world where everything else is sunny, 

There's a gray cloud looming over you. 

Life is poking fun at you, 

Just kicking you in the groin. 

Everything's so cold, you know, 

Every which way you seem to turn. 

You just gotta get away from it all, 

And I know just the place to turn. 

There's that magic pillow in your room 

For you to hide your face and sleep on, 

Upon a warm, cozy bed 

To lay your weakened body down upon. 

Everything is better when you sleep away 

All your troubles, all your ills. 

Just take my advice, and let time fly by.