Jen Chapin Little Hours
I like to linger in the closing of eyes
before I snatch up the prize of sweet slumber
I like to linger in the cool of the grass
when I fall on my ass in the dew
so do you -- like to linger
to twirl time round your finger
though the world tries to push you into tight little
hours
little hours
I like to linger when the party is dying
and I'm the only one trying to have fun
I like to flip through all my pages of past
make all my stories last forever
did you ever live to linger ?
to twirl time round your finger ?
though the world tries to push you into tight little
hours?
little hours
I could live a whole life
of play-by-plays
of why-didn't-I-says
of yesterdays
My sense of progress has me going in circles
just one step forward can take the whole day
I'm here in nowhere there's still so much to see
maybe nowhere is my place to be
maybe nowhere is my place to be
don't you see the need to linger?
to twirl time round you finger?
though the world tries to push you into tight little
hours?
little hours
