Riding Time

Like living in a fishbowl, i look outside to the unknown, Lcd's and computer screens tell me what i need but its just fantasy you can see that. Im walking to my own time, looking for my own rhyme, things to do take up all of my time you can find me at the bar most nights saying,
Well i got the time, if you want to make a move, stay right here, waste the afternoon,

Riding time again. Like that six foot barrel that rolls and never ends.

Leave me couch locked babe your love on nonstop, do the things that we do. Straight to my head your the one i need in my bed in the afternoon. Love me stop like the warmth of a season, love me for any, any sort of reason, love me cuz it's what you want and love to do, baby you know that my love is true, i tell you. You keep me holding on, on to the warmth of you, stay right here, waste the afternoon.

Riding time again. Like that six foot barrel that rolls and never ends.

You see that its the things that you do sitting in your back yard. Looking at the highway as the traffic pass by, thinking this could be the one, stay right here till i see the sun, stay right here with you, Share a drink share a smoke another beer another low, more loving more need every time i always plead, have no doubt because its your loving baby that knocks me the fuck right out.