Times Long Past

Little things that she'll say

Make me sad that she came my way

And I try, to stall my worst

But my sacred has become my curse

I don't know what is right

When I'm feeling so, so tired

And its hard, but I'll get by

Living my days without my drive

And don't go telling your stories now

You've had your talk and I've used my time

We cannot wait and we cannot last on times long past

Little things that I do

Cause me stress, make me so depressed

And I try to stall my worst

But my sacred has become my curse

Little things that she says

Make me sad - Jesus change my ways

Yes its hard, but I'll get by

I drift along, I seldom try

And I'll go and sit by the wayside

Where I feel the dread when Mondays come around

We cannot wait and we cannot last on times long past

I cannot, I cannot wait.