Lyrics

Go ahead, now, tear my plans wide open
I?m a fool to fix what?s hardly broken
But there?s tumble in my gut
And I?m a masochistic nut
But I won?t be back ?till I?ve been cracked
And the doors have all been shut

It?s just about time for me to go
It?s just about time to climb into the undertow
I haven?t a dime, and I?I?m not hungry for the road
It?s just about time for me to go

A thousand reasons why I?ve grown quite tired
Of this taste for nothing that we?ve both acquired
The late night whisky swilling
And talking about Bob Dylan
It just seems so small making memories of all the hours we?ve been killing

It?s just about time for me to go
It?s just about time to climb into the undertow
I haven?t a dime, and I?I?m not hungry for the road
It?s just about time for me to go

I?ll be gone before you?ve hardly missed me
You?ll be elbow deep with your bookshelves full of history
But I can?t be your favorite shoe

Nor your Kerouac or your Camus
And I?m sure as hell not the one to tell you
That you can?t be them too

So it?s just about time...