There's leisure then there's none, there's three and then there's one
Precious time's been spun, what's born is never young.
And there ain't no kind of girl, to help me pour out the pain
There's only one kind of fame and it's never to blame.
And I don't have the money or the time,
To go around spending dimes on friends like you,
Who go around spreading lies to friends like me.
And there's gonna be a storm, it's gonna rain down on my head.
You're whole and then you're torn, yet dream to be reborn.
A lonely preacher's psalm, and the night is getting long,
There's right but yet there's wrong, two minds towards the calm.