Spare Time

You clutch the cross around your neck

And hope to God there's still time left

You turn back down the path to find your way (to find your way)

But in the dusty summer breeze

Of this ghost town you hear the sea

Its salted crashing melody still haunts you to this day

And it says: Where were you when I

Called you to be wild?

And now your ship's set sail

And you're stuck in a prison

If you are trying to dance alone in this life

Then do it right

But if you're dying to live somewhere on the other side

There's no such thing as spare time

You bought all your philosophies

And carved out your philanthropy

It didn't take you much to do your part

But you closed off opportunity

With narrow cold hypocrisy

And in the end you traded petty comforts for your heart

But all your ornaments

And trinkets cannot mend

The broken heart you've hid

And all the things you did

If you are trying to dance alone in this life

Then do it right

But if you're dying to live somewhere on the other side

There's no spare time

The higher you climb, the farther you might fall behind

Yeah, it's a fight

But you might never get to see the sunrise

There's no such thing as spare time

If legalism saves

Then I guess that we're all dead

But I, for one, am not stopping

In my grave I'll rest my head

I'll rest my head

I'll rest my head

I'll rest my head

I'll rest my head

If you are trying to dance alone in this life

Then do it right

But if you are dying to live somewhere on the other side

There's no spare time

The higher you climb, the farther you might fall behind

Yeah, it's a fight

But you may never wake to see the sunrise

There's no such thing as spare time