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von Michael Chapman

Desperation sits just like a friend upon the floor
My pictures are all torn around my feet
Mr. Madness points his eyes, a finger from his chair
And an angry crowd is gathering in the street

To take my time away
To take my time away

If I′m the man they say I am, then why am I still here?
My portrait seems to make me look quite sane
There's no hair inside my helm and no scars upon my face
But the crowd is knocking on the door again

To take my time away
To take my time away

And the music is so loud that I have lost all sense of time
A phone rings but no one makes a sound
The storm′s a'falling on the roof and smashing all the tiles
And the banners are a'waltzing ′round and ′round

To take my time away
To take my time away


In all of my life you know I've done no man no wrong
And yet to some that is the only mortal sin
And so I stand accused of the crime of being poor
While my thoughts are all confused by the din

The din that takes my time away
It takes my time away

I light a cigarette just to try and slow my thoughts
My throat is awful dry but I can′t drink
There's a clamoring within now, and a clamoring without
So much going on I just can′t think

And take my time away
And take my time away

And meanwhile in the woods what are they doing to the trees
Why must they make them spark and let them burn
It takes such a long long time for trees like that to grow
Some people just never ever learn

And yet they take my time away
They take my time away

There will be nothing left if this madness runs its course
Except the gleaming buildings to the sky
With solitude unknown and every friendly word
With the sound of feet as the old world shuffles by


Taking my time away
Taking my time away

No concessions to my past no there's none that I can make
If I had my time I′d do it all again
I'd just make a few adjustments to the way I treated you
And let myself be washed by the rain

The rain that takes my time away
The rain that takes my time away

Desperation sits just like an old friend on the floor
My pictures are all torn around my feet
Mr. Madness points his eyes, a finger from his chair
And an angry crowd is gathering in the street

To take my time away
To take my time away
To take my time away
To take my time away