older chests reveal themselves like a crack in a wall - starting small, and grow in time. and we always seem to need the help of someone else to mend that shelf of too many books. read me your favorite line. papa went to other ands and he found someone who understands the ticking, and the western man's need to cry. he came back the other day, you know some things in life may change and some things, they stay the same. like time, theres always time on my mind. so pass me by, ill be fine. just give me time. older gents sit on the fence with their cap in hand, looking grand. they watch their city change. children scream, or so it seems, louder than before out of doors, and into stores with bigger names. mama tried to wash their faces, but these kids they lost their graces. and daddy lost at the races too many times. she broken down the other day, yeah you know, some things in life may change but somethings.. they stay the same. like time, theres always time on my mind. so pass me by, ill be fine. just give me time. time, theres always time on my mind. pass me by, ill be fine. just give me time.

call me kates.