Jackson C. Frank Stitch In Time
Yesterday my time was torn
Someone told me I was born to lose
And in the darkness it appeared
To last almost a thousand years as true
So in the morning drunk with light
I turned my weary one-armed side to you
Little kids and grown-up men
They got to change enough now
How or when or who
But baby thought it would leave me more
To stand aside and unlock the door for you
And now it's if you can means if you will
If you will means if you're still for two
Loneliness unlocks each gate
Patience whispers "you're too late it's through"
And if I was there to keep the score
I'd just be there to feel the sore abuse
Oh yesterday my time was torn
Someone told me I was born to lose
And in the darkness it appeared
To last almost a thousand years as true
