Paroles de This Time Thru

Old man in a boxcar Pilling it up to the corner, in the dark Hanging, shooting up a wrinkled heart, Stuffin' news up his shirt to keep him warm He's waiting on a train That's taking him nowhere He's hoping that the grave is gonna set him free Splitting off the pieces of a life, is it there over ? Desolation station for eternity Isn't it a bloody shame Look around and wonder Who in the world is to blame There no time to waste time this time thru Got not time for all the things we do Everyone is running down the highway No one looks around enough to see None is getting where they want to be