Still Time

Thirty years to speak up
Thirty years to speak your mind
Oh how the deadlines sneak up on you, baby
When you’re killing time

A million opportunites,
But, oh, you never took the chance.
Beaten by the clock, beating around the bush
Was never in your plans

There’s still time
There’s still time

So you saved it up for years
You kept all to yourself
As if you had a pension plan
To accumulate emotional wealth

Now you want to spend all that you saved
But there’s no one left to tell

But there’s still time
There’s still time

Screaming on the inside, on the outside it’s a pantomime
You could sum it up in one sentence, penance for a life of crime
There’s still time
There’s still time
Still time, still time