Spare Time - The Classic Crime

You clutch the cross around your neck

And hope to god there’s still time left

You turn back down the path

To find your way

But in the dusty summer breeze

In this ghost town you hear the sea

It’s salted crashing melody still haunts you to this day

And it says where were you when I

Call you to be wild

Now the ships set sail

And you’re stuck in a prison

If you are trying to dance alone in this life

Then do it right

But if you are dying to live somewhere

On the other side

There’s no such thing as spare time

The higher you climb the father you might

Fall behind

Yeah it’s a fight

But you might never get to see the sunrise

There’s no such thing as spare time

You bought all your philosophies

And carved out your philanthropy

It didn’t take you much to do your part

But you closed off opportunity

With narrow cold hypocrisy

And in the end you traded

Petty comforts for your heart

But all your ornaments

And trinkets cannot mend

The broken heart you’ve hid

And all the things you did

If legalism saves

Then I guess that we’re all dead

I for one am not stopping

In my grave I’ll rest my head

I’ll rest my head