Idleburg - Richard Hurteau

Would you call it isolation or just a delusion when a girl won't bat her eye I'd give the money in my pocket for just a second or a little piece of time Yeah the rooms grown empty and the fires gone cold from months without use And It's hard to start a fire and keep it going when you're worried of the truth Wasted time No more to kill When I called out for something like pillars of gold just a shining through the sky There was nothing in return no wink or knock just a heavy mournful sigh So I wasted not a second just running around with tails asking for pay Just shoved my pockets full of my hands and faced my regret again Wasted time No more to kill I thought I saw it coming when I was young and the times were to ease Though a brown haired daughter with Irish decent I took to staying with But I traded what I had with what I was missing and straddled all my woes With a brand on my mind of a girl just waiting as I wandered through the cold Wasted time No more to kill There's nothing in a sunday no ringing bells no songs to cheer me up It's a waste of a breath or time of mine to keep on traveling on Well it's not the want it's something I do I just can't seem to go As I stand straight and I guess I'm meant to stay still I suppose Wasted time No more to kill