There Is No Time
Outside it is twilight
But there is no time in here.
The room is dim.
A tuxedoed older gentleman
Fills your shot glass up again.
No one watches him.
A piano player on a baby grand
Plays a ragtime tune
With long-fingered hands.
And the whispers
In the corner
Are ignored.
Fifty faceless people sit around you
At the tables and in booths
Posed like mannequins
In tailored suits and evening gowns.
They smoke cigarettes and sip
Glasses of red wine.
A grandfather clock is ticking,
But in here there is no time.
Someone strikes a match
And sparks a memory
Of other flames.
Tribesmen on their hand-made drums
Play tribal rhythms
'Til their hands grow numb.
A medicine man hands you some tea
Nods and says it will set you free.
No one watches him.
A tuxedoed older gentleman
Fills your shot glass up again.
The room is dim.
But there is no time in here.
The room is dim.
A tuxedoed older gentleman
Fills your shot glass up again.
No one watches him.
A piano player on a baby grand
Plays a ragtime tune
With long-fingered hands.
And the whispers
In the corner
Are ignored.
Fifty faceless people sit around you
At the tables and in booths
Posed like mannequins
In tailored suits and evening gowns.
They smoke cigarettes and sip
Glasses of red wine.
A grandfather clock is ticking,
But in here there is no time.
Someone strikes a match
And sparks a memory
Of other flames.
Tribesmen on their hand-made drums
Play tribal rhythms
'Til their hands grow numb.
A medicine man hands you some tea
Nods and says it will set you free.
No one watches him.
A tuxedoed older gentleman
Fills your shot glass up again.
The room is dim.