Time That Bald Sexton Lyrics - Singles - Danielson

I got no sense of time 

The second hand slaps 

Me, oh, so silly 

And insults my character now 

For I like my 

Mood to lead me 

I walk into your room 

Prepared with reasons why I can't join 

You for this whole afternoon 

I just got one day 

Of writing it all down 

And oh, so here I go 

I must seize all my time by 

Grabbing this old clock setter 

By his bald gray forelock 

All wasted on the job 

My life span quickly shortening 

And rushing and only half done 

Can't remember how old that I am 

Not one minute to sit 

I look so busy, you don't 

Bother not anymore to 

Ask for my help 

Not a yelp 

I must seize all my time by 

Grabbing this clock setter 

By his gray forelock 

And at this very same moment 

Take this task at hand 

The one that landed right in my lap 

When folks refuse to see 

How much is too much 

I shall turn away then to thee 

In thee great chronicle 

Of wasted time through these years 

Sleeping does not appear now 

I must seize all my time by 

Grabbing this clock setter 

By his gray forelock 

And at this very same moment 

Take this task at hand 

The one that landed right in my lap 

When folks refuse to see 

How much is too much 

I shall turn away then to thee 

For time is man's problem 

A gift from dad with a plan 

And the means to, to complete 

The means to complete 

Means to, to complete