Your Time Is Your Own - Sam Brown

We were in a bar you and I

The room was dull and brown just like the sky

The clock went tick tock with its hands on my hands

Conversation was a farce

We were off in cuckoo land

Everybody knows

When you’re wasting your time

It’s your own

Does it matter though

It always has been that way

Any wind that blows

Can change the face of things

As we know them

Everybody knows

Your time is your own

Your time is your own

The other day I slept for twenty-one hours

The bedroom was light and filled with fragrant flowers

My subconscious needed to be left alone

I took the time to take my time

And make myself at home

Everybody knows

When you’re wasting your time

It’s your own

Does it matter though

It always has been that way

Any wind that blows

Can change the face of things

As we know them

Everybody knows

Your time is your own

Your time is your own