swervedriver
hands
I just love this part of the world The food's fine and the sun shines And the people seem so relaxed They ride motorbikes lidless It seems like nobody's ever been anywhere They didn't wanna be I guess I'm not long for this world  He just seems to kind of sit there all day long In his little store Where time stood still long before Meticulous man, time on his hands Time is his hands He told me You too can exist in your very own parallel time Time ticks and how do you get your kicks? Right now I could do with any kicks  Back home it's another dead cold night The street lights emanate kind of surreal glows Upon the real cold driven snow That we all know so well And I walk alone But when there's a song in my head I don't really feel alone The busy streets are empty now And everybody's gone home