[Verse 1]
Where's the time to find myself a piece of mind that's not for sale I'm looking to heaven and I'm living in hell you can look around and see it yourself all these old heads just needing some help sitting alone like an empty Baron shelf the collecting dust and never doing well where's the time to find ourselves...
Neon on the corner — Main and Maple bleeds a tired orange light,
An empty coat on a bench still smells like someone who left too soon last night.
The diner clock keeps ticking but the faces never change their lines,
We pass like postcards from a town that traded names for signs.
[Pre-Chorus]
Upstairs the floorboards ask the questions no one's learned to speak,
We climb these rusted stairs for matches, for a spark we try to keep.
Will the echo rise and break the quiet like a fist against the drum?
Or will we fold beneath the skyline and pretend that we were numb?
[Chorus]
Where's the time? Where's the time?
Before we crumble into dust, before we lose the rhyme.
Where's the time? Where's the time?
Hold the light against the night — don't let it wash away.
(Shout: Hold on!)
[Verse 2]
I am the New age The New age John Wayne just doing what I love and not caring what you think I am the New age The New age John Wayne pointing my selfish pistols and blowing out my own veins
He wears his pride like leather — cracked and warm against his bones,
A cigarette, a crooked grin, a promise swallowed by the storm.
A neon sign keeps buzzing, selling sugar cheap and bright,
We barter steady breathing for a shot that tastes like flight.
[Pre-Chorus - lift]
The skyline's getting longer, shadows stretch to fill the streets,
We gather little pieces of the lives we left incomplete.
Can we breathe before the chorus pulls us into line and song?
Can we claim a minute, just enough to say we're strong?
[Chorus]
Where's the time? Where's the time?
Before we crumble into dust, before we lose the rhyme.
Where's the time? Where's the time?
Hold the light against the night — don't let it wash away.
(Shout: Hold on!)
[Bridge]
So whisper names into the wind and tie them to your chest,
Let memory be armor when the daylight beats its quest.
We won't fold like paper dolls beneath the weight of rust —
There's a spark tucked in a scar, a small and stubborn trust.
[Verse 3 — user lines preserved]
the gates are open the key is in the eye of a man my heart has spoken on a spaced out rocket ship man in the last thing smoking should be a 40 in my hand I'm only a patron because I'm an astronaut fan
[Post-Verse Tag]
We lift our hands to constellations, trading small defeats for stars,
A crooked map of could-have-beens stitched into open scars.
[Chorus - Reframed]
Where's the time? Where's the time?
We found it in the ruins, in the breath we kept alive.
Where's the time? Where's the time?
We raise our hands and keep the light — we will not fade to gray.
(Shout: Stay with me)
[Vamp - build]
Where's the time? (where's the time?)
Where's the time? (where's the time?)
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