Time on Our Own

Were we born too soon Too late for the harvest Just enough Time on our own We could strip it bare Starving the artist Nowhere to wander but home Are we catching up Or lost in the meaning Looking smart When everyone does Can a great idea Wait for convenience Who says these walls are enough All of my mirrors are rose Tiny distractions at best I take pieces to ground me whenever I'm sold I'm amazed I have anything left These are dangerous times For beautiful people Stir up the land Til there's nothing but black I'm a good hearted man But what does that leave When my mind goes, it's not coming back All of my mirrors are rose Tiny distractions at best I take pieces to ground me whenever I'm sold I'm amazed I have anything left All of my mirrors are rose Tiny distractions at best I take pieces to ground me whenever I'm sold I'm amazed I have anything left