Lyrics

I don't want to tell you now
that it's time to go.
You could never make it home
by yourself.
So I change the light
and dial the telephone
and wipe some dust from the shelf.
I still take the time to smile
because it's kind and
we might meet again.
Will you come to know
these secrets of mine,
or just push them back
and pretend?
Counting the bottles
and taking the totals
and polishing the looking glass.
Checking the doors
and sweeping the floors,
then ask, "will you need more cash?"
I begin to tire of waiting
I'm feeling taxed.
So I look around
for yellow and black.
As I blow the candles out
I can smell the wax.
What time is it now?
I've lost track.

This isn't the kind of risk
I would take alone
still you must feel safe
to do what you do.
Now there's someone else
arriving,
a chaperone.
Someone who will
help see this through.