You're just a sad excuse For how I've grown cold You are a reverie And I'm just a road Rolled over and trampled on Let go and then gone Lyin' in wait for you To move things along Time is a table turnin' round Time's a ticker: it never lets down I'm a fortune of fever and lust Time do what you must You're just the same old news Of what I live for You are the tempest's blues And I'm the red shore Rolled over and trampled down And tumbled in prayer And soaking those blues all up And keeping you near Time is a table turnin' round Time's a ticker: it never lets down I'm a fortune of fever and lust Time do what you must