all these days we're just moving through
pack our seasons carefully
all the little things in boxes
take them down to the fair
gravity's ribbons in the air
and i see you've been hard on yourself
when the sun shines everywhere
and the town folk they're talking all the time
but you just sit there with your alien mind
and it's half past the hour
your truth is just someone elses guess
when there's flowers everywhere
your boys so old for his age
with a world to rearrange
when you just don't get time in your shell
on the line with mr grey
all this time i've been being someone else
and you come up singing saying 'here i am'
and it's half past the hour
