Time (unreleased demo) Songtext
von Guy Clark

Well the trouble with time is it keeps on ticking
Tick-tocking, slow rocking, clocking right along
The trouble with time might be lack of it
I hate keeping track of it
I might just lose track of it
I′ll take all you've got ′til it's gone
Long gone

Well the reaper here from out of town
Ran her fingers through my hair
And she sorted through my life
Like I wasn't even there
And she waltzed out the door
Like she even didn′t care

That mother time


The trouble with time is it keeps on ticking
Tick-tocking, slow rocking, clocking right along
The trouble with time might be lack of it
I hate keeping track of it
I might just lose track of it
I′ll take all you've got ′til it's gone
Long gone

There′s a hole in her pocket
Spilling out the years
Like whiskey from a Dixie cup
Time just disappears
There's more of that came from
She whispered in my ears

Lies, lies, lies, lies, lies

Well the trouble with time is it keeps on ticking
Tick-tocking, slow rocking, clocking right along
The trouble with time might be lack of it
I hate keeping track of it
I might just lose track of it
I′ll take all you've got 'til it′s gone
Long