John Calvin Abney - Showing Up Late Lyrics

A wire shines gold,
a glass lightbulb,
no one's there, I keep it on
so people think I am home

Hours run slow,
pages, they blow,
endless ribbon between us now,
the distance it grows

I could turn off the god-awful clock
hold back the hands and make the numbers stop
but what good would that create?
I'd always be
showing up late

My eyes became
old weathervanes
pointing down dead-end drives
just before it starts to rain

Nothing will wait,
no matter what state
the worlds in, some call it luck
while others call it fate.

I could turn off the god-awful clock
hold back the hands and make the numbers stop
but what good would that create?
I'd always be
showing up late

Fooling myself,
and showing up late
Fooling myself,
and showing up late
Fooling myself,
and showing up and late

Oh, by the day,
there's more you can say,
but you don't,
it's sealed away,
ain't that the way it goes?