Time Is Fleecing Me
One day older but who's counting?
And September's been and gone.
Getting colder and lonelier
I need to find someone.
Yet I'm waiting very patiently
Hoping sometimes without hope,
Wishing my life was interesting
As the people on my soap.
Life you get for nothing but living isn't free.
Buying all this time is fleecing me.
You may tell me that I'm holding out
For the things that never come.
I don't hear you -- can't hear anything
But the beating of my drum.
I suspect that time is fleecing me
So I've got to save my skin.
Yes, I'm overdue on the racetrack.
Tell me, where do I begin?
Life you get for nothing but living isn't free.
But right now, Farmer Time is fleecing me.