The time to sit and think, perhaps have a drink
While minutes, they slip into hours
Taking a rest from an inconstant mind and a wine
Breathing and blinking
into the night
Forget yourself and hide from all that's troubling you
I'll make up my mind,
I hate to say this now
I furrow my brow and wonder aimlessly
Sipping on yesterdays,
I'll have a rest today As destiny waits for me out in the wings
To slap my face,
won't do me any use at all I'll make up my mind
The telephone's on fire,
a heavenly choir
Descends on my ordinary head
Old times,
they used to be filled with insanity
Now become moments of solace and warmth
Oh,
forget yourself and hide from all that's troubling you
I'll make up my mind
