You're Out Wasting
The bearer of bad news is talking to the breeze.
Floating forth a message, hiding in the trees.
The weary voice inside you is darker in the night.
The healing hand, the morning light.
While you're out wasting time with the right guy.
Tell the early morning that i am on my way.
Send to him my greetings for happy holidays.
Spend my open eyes on the things i left behind.
My sturdy feet and my hopeful life.
While you're out wasting time with the right guy.
The rich man counts his money and holds it in the light,
Folds the ends together and keeps it by his side.
He counts his every blessing heaped upon our heads,
And tells us to remember them.
While you're out wasting time with the right guy.