Slipping

It’s slipping away – the night I mean
I’ve cracked on till dawn, now the sun it hurts my eyes
But I keep on watching it rise

Time here was fun but our time is now done
I’ll take all I gave a few times more
It’s been a pleasure I’m sure

So up I go
To the third floor
To the top

And so I go
Making some time
Yeah – I making the time in case they come my way

I’m slipping away in these conversations
They’re checking me out for six or more
Man they’re rotten to the core

Recalling events from times fair and fine
I dig in my heels; my eyes they sink right back
I’d like to do this more with you