Let's just chalk this up as one more minute gone
Passed fleeting to the next
Neither of us bother none to even ask what's wrong
And another moment passes to the next
Though it sits like an '82 ZX
I can read you like a banner headline in the Times
From one front page story to the next
But when it comes to reading features buried on D-9
It seems that I just can't make out the text
And another moment passes to the next
So when I finally do hear all the thoughts that you've got going
Like as not, it's something I suspect
The operator comes on and says she needs a coin
And another moment passes to the next
And I don't know if I should bother with the coin
And am I just forever bound along these lines
To sit without a paddle in the swell
I guess at least I will have loved my share of times
And if I got hurt, oh well
But I won't quantify my pain to see how much I care
Cuz rationale is not emotion's friend
And I have found dispair is just some lonesome breath of air
And I'll just exhale and breathe again
I will just exhale and breathe again
And am I just forever bound along these lines
To sit without a paddle in the swell
I guess at least I will have loved my share of times
And if I got hurt, oh well
But I won't chalk this up as one more minute gone
Passed fleeting to the next
I'll fight the thought that anything is fleeting til it's gone
And maybe then suspend this bitterness
Because every moment passes to the next