There's a time, not a long one, everyday

When you're very much alone.

Only lasts ten, twenty minutes, everyday

When you're very much alone.

And your heart slows down to a subtle hiss,

And you focus on a certain place in the ground

With dry brown leaves, from early fall

And the wind whistles by with barely a sound

There's a time, not a long one, everyday

When you're very much alone.

Only lasts ten, twenty minutes, everyday

When you're very much alone.

And it doesn't matter if a friend is a half a foot away

Doesn't matter if a larger crowd is near,

Doesn't matter if he goes, wouldn't matter if he stays

The grass is rustling too hard to hear.

There's a time, not a long one, everyday

When you're very much alone.

Only lasts ten, twenty minutes, everyday

When you're very much alone.

And you love that time, even if its just a moment,

And miss every moment that its gone

It's the funny time o' day, when the yellow grass is grey

And nothin's right, but thank God, nothin's wrong.

There's a time, not a long one, everyday

When you're very much alone.

Only lasts ten, twenty minutes, everyday

When you're very much alone.