Time Burns On - Yarn

I spent a long day with the desert winds

Sand kept blowing all around

And I have a hard time with the desert heat

Constant sweat upon my brow

When the night falls, well so do I

So please pick me up in the morning time

I’m waiting for you to tell me when it’s right

To get back on my train tonight

I gotta blow out of this Texas town

And go back to my home

Where the pace ain’t so slow

And time burns on

I gotta get back to my Brooklyn flat

Where the neighbors don’t know my name

And the forecast calls for rain

And time burns on

Where time burns on

Now I’m back out on the road again

The county roads feel lone and bare

I better flag a ride before the sun goes down

When the winds stir the cold desert air

I gotta blow out of this Texas town

And go back to my home

Where the pace ain’t so slow

And time burns on

I gotta get back to my Brooklyn flat

Where the neighbors don’t know my name

And the forecast calls for rain

And time burns on

Where time burns on

I gotta blow out of this Texas town

And go back to my home

Where the pace ain’t so slow

And time burns on

I gotta get back to my Brooklyn flat

Where the neighbors don’t know my name

And the forecast calls for rain

And time burns on

Where time burns on