On Time

I got a

Fresh start and I'm on a mission

To draw a sketch of the place I call my home

In colors rarely used before

Bling bling in a crowded bus stop

Equality, while differences increase

I stand on the side with my glasses on

I see old ladies trying to claim their seats

Young fellas trying to take it easy

Mothers maneuvering the buggys

(Everybody feel like sheep)

A man in a suit, has the car broke down?

Does he think of the climate? Or the dirty town?

Is everybody fighting hard just to get around?

But I know there is a time for everyone

And I hope that we can all be welcomed home

I see

Cool cats on the pavement

Shaded eyes on the donnas passing by

On their way to a secret rendezvous

The dark corner of a videogame shop

Upstairs, the scene of a hazy deal

A bum is arrested just outside the door

From the dark backyards to the towering hills

From the smokers of weeds to the poppers of pills

No matter how they all get their fills

(Trying to escape what's standing still)

Are you worn out, or just twentyfive

Cause all them kids wanna get out of town

This mama's mean if you can't get in line

If you find the line at all

But I know there is a time for everyone

And I hope that we can all be welcomed home

I hope that we can all get our stories told

I can see, I can see a time when we all unfold

When shop was set up for the weak and feeble

I never thought you'd be the first in line

I know there is a time for everyone