Overtime

As the tears go by
The sound of your telephone reaction
Make me feel wise
That's the state that used to live in traction.
So we're all wrapped up
Like a present from an Aunt that you don't like
And we're all waxed up
On the sly for the ghosts of a new life

Why can't we see, that it's overtime
why can't we see that's plain old done
Showing off all your big love
Showing off all your big hurt
Show me now what it was worth, when it's said and done!

As the night plays out
Who licked the bowl of this loving situation. Oh just take me now.
All fight no play makes for dreary conversation!
And we're all low down.
Like an alligator cursed with a slow bite!
And we'll all go down... but not so much in the way that you might like.