Sara Messenger © 1983
I can see your hands are tied
You’re hopelessly jaded
And don’t believe in things
Well, neither do I
But I’m not crying or living dead
I’ll take my chances on yesterday
For what lies ahead
All ’cause I believe in time
Leave in time
What a scene I left behind
My friends laying odds
That I’d never really leave
Well, what a surprise
Cause I was walking
While they were talking
I left my life on the borderline
Of near suicide
All ’cause I believe in time
Leave in time
Way back then you were alive
Someday when you realize
I won’t resign
To a walking sleep of your design
Wasted hip has no appeal
For the precious few
Who still rechoose to feel
There’s no easy answer to why
When totally totaled
It don’t add up to much
That I won’t deny
But we’re still hungry
Cause we were had
The best kickass kids
Can only go from bratty to bad
All ’cause we believe in time
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