nada

im on a tight schedule here, and nothing has been done

yet

nothing grows on these fields

but your face on my mind

it won't let anything in

and it won't get anything out

yet

I am here

and I will be here still

stubborn feet on desert hills

I can keep time going for as long as I want to

I can keep the dogs from barking

I can scramble my eggs in the morning

yet

I can't shake you off

take me, I am done