Eventuals of Time

I've been standing in the rain for most of a half an hour
The bus still hasn't come, it's like I'm standing in the shower
And while I wait, I talk to strangers, we talk about the economy
And what of wealth goes up and down, things turn and slide beyond me

We talk about life in Zimbabwe, what was a buck ain't worth a dime
Well, there is no turning back, my friend, from the eventuals of time

The wealth we got, we decide, is all related to the wealth we ain't
Some say he's a sinner, but I'll be damned if he ain't a saint
The bus still hasn't come, but the rain starts to let up
Let's talk about tomorrow though tomorrow may never come

We wait for days, they come like weeks
And the weeks they come like years
And everything that passes is like seconds on my watch
What we have, who we are, is here and then it's gone
We tell it in our stories and we sing it in our songs

© 2005 Jeshua Erickson