Meantime - Hazel O'Connor

Here comes my friend Michael

Grin written over his face

Walking with a kind of a swagger

Walking with a kind of a grace

He talks the talk, he tries to walk the walk

He makes you laugh, he makes you really mad

He’ll lick you with an acid tongue

Make you feel he’s right

When you know he’s wrong

He says life’s a bitch and then you die

And then you die

But in the meantime, maybe in the meantime

He keep on smiling

In the meantime, maybe in the meantime

Like Michael says it’s Mardi Gras

I don’t think that life’s like that

Choice of word is bad

Maybe it’s a kind of a lesson

Maybe it’s a sort of a map

We talk the talk, we try to walk the walk

It makes you laugh, and makes you feel

Like you’ve been had

And maybe we will live many lives

Keep coming back 'til we realize it’s in our hands

We choose to do wrong or do right

But in the meantime, maybe in the meantime

He keep on smiling

In the meantime, maybe in the meantime

Like Michael says it’s Mardi Gras

The sun comes up and the sun comes down

In the meantime

And the world keeps turning and

We’re living and learning

In the meantime

And I think of you and wonder what you’re doing

In the meantime

Do you think of me and

What there could have been in the meantime

Here comes my friend Michael

Grin written over his face

Walking with a kind of a swagger

Walking with a sort of a grace

Lick you with an acid tongue

Make you feel he’s right

When you know he’s wrong

He makes you laugh, he makes you really mad

But in the meantime, maybe in the meantime

He keep on smiling

In the meantime, maybe in the meantime

Like Michael says it’s mardi gras