Just One Minute

Just One Minute
(c) 2020 Michael G. Ronstadt

Just one minute, until you show.
Just one minute, don’t they know?
They tell me that I’ve got 30 minutes to go.
They tell me that I’ve got 30 minutes to go.

In the cell lot, gears turn my mind.
In the cell lot, sleeping off the time.
You tell me that I gotta wait another five.
You tell me that you need just a little more time

Just one minute, until you’re here.
Just one minute, I know you care.
Give one minute of you’re time,
but they tell me, that I gotta go home.
They look fast, push me in the road

They’re the ones who don’t see us.
They’re the ones who run the globe.
They’re the ones who sniff the lines.
They’re the ones who have the gold.
They’re the ones who ignore humans.
They’re the ones who chose no soul.
They’re the ones who have no limit.
They’re the ones who have no hold.

Tip them twenty, they won’t take a bribe.
Tip them plenty, yet they don’t seem alive.
Just one minute, until you show.
Just one minute, but they tell me to go.
Just one minute, until you show.
Just one minute, but they tell me to go.