The Times - The Heavy Eyes

Sarah, plain and tall, back against the wall

Smoking cigarettes and drinking alcohol

Begging me to stay when I should go

Now I’m doing what I shouldn’t because I can’t say no

The times, the times, am I losing my mind?

Mixing whiskey and wine and the times, the times

Getting into trouble, that’s all I used to do

And nothing’s really changed to tell you the truth

I heard the quiet whispers of a life that slips away

But never ever listened to anything they say

The times, the times, am I losing my mind?

Was it whiskey or wine?

Or the times, the times?