Roger Chapman Killing Time
Kid stepped, don't stop, he just looked around
Thumbed a ride that day, sold his car, sold his car on the edge of town
Never liked that thunderbird anyhow
But never had the nerve before to put it all down
He knows in his mind, he's living on killing time
Yes, he knows in his mind, he's living on killing time
He knows in his mind, he's living on killing time, yeah
Well, whistled softly 'tween his teeth, spat a curse down at the street
Been raining hard again, wheel rolled by splashed his feet
Noted the number right off
His eyes flickered up but gave no response
He knows in his mind, he's living on killing time
He knows in his mind, he's living on killing time, oh
Checked the billboards and ads for vacancies
Find some work today, wash dishes, changing sheets
Loan him an apron or bell boy attire
Supply him and he will comply
He knows in his mind, he's living on
He knows in his mind, he's living on
He knows in his mind, he's living on, yeah
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