Like A Day Songtext

Forgte all your scribblings. Just take each word like a day. One at a time. Take a single minute - alone like solitaire. There's never enough of those minutes . . . and games can have no end. Since I took that job, time has fought and flown away from me. The weeks are short but the days are long. You puzzle over it while you are there and you continue on while you're at home. Thousands of little jigsaws. Games can have no end. Careering down the cables and smashing itself into pebbles - the ocean, it's electrons. It means nothing really, it's just a relative thing. So why do these days take so long to end? Passed by those silhoutted power lines again. they just stand in one spot year after year after year. They don't seem to mind. They don't seem to care. They were born with help and now they are instantly boring adults. I don't want to be like them. Even those power lines have got to come down sometime. It's just a question of when . . .