Bring up the reserve
What good does it serve down there?
I season a dream
I wait for the steam and stare out there
A turn and a tick
Clock-cursing as if it cares
As if it’s to blame
For blowing over the card-house of fate
Too late
Ah, who needs a clock when the kettle’s a’flame?
Watch your hands 'round the boiling steam
Does sun chase moon, or is it the other way?
Watched pot
Smash potwatching
No longer wait
No longer wait
Trace the trail of a crack
Resting there on your back in peace
Wait here patiently
Where you’ll be counted just like sheep
'Til you fall asleep
And as the doors close, your tea grows cold
So it’s back on the flame
But it’s never the same
I’m standing in line
I’m checking the time
Too hot to drink
So chop me a block of ice
We were wasted by a quarter to nine
Two in the morning and you opened the wine
Friends of mine, may we never run out of time
Bring up the reserve
Before I kill the nerve and fall asleep
Asleep
Smash potwatching!