Rapport

The clock tick-tocks
And I'm shocked to find
The time has gone bye-bye,
It's kind of bad to see
The time flow by.
I wish I could stop it,
But I don't know why
Or what I'd do to turn
The beat around
And to turn those anti-smiles
Upside-down.

I've got a little bit of a notion
That every bit's like a drop in the ocean
And eventually, that drop goes drip,
And causes the table's scales to tip
We've got to find the way to rewind
Before this yarn initiates unwind.
Twenty-four is the hours we know
But before you realize it, where'd it go?
It's bad enough that I have to spend my days
Crammed and stuffed in a cubicle maze
And with each minute, I start to craze
As the deli Eye of Mammon gives its evil gaze.
I'd rather be with the love of my heart,
Happy and free from end to the start
And gazing into a non-evil eye
From the day I was born to the day that I die.
But nevertheless, life keeps moving
For the worst or the best, we just keep grooving
Like dancers at the end of time
Or riders on a bus at the end of the line.

To keep it short: here's my decree:
Give me more time with my A-M-B.