Woken by a whale song, by a siren blast
all those deep sea divers of Brooklyn, the phantom buses swimming past
when the morning is rolled out onto the set
I see two crows sharing a cigarette
while you're waiting by the catering truck parked outside of yesterday's news
for the starlet, for the stuntman, for some sign of a camera crew
then I swear I overhear somebody say 'well the sky in here looks so blue today
I could drop all my lines, I could throw my ropes into the water
I could change my mind now today looks the same as tomorrow
if I could kill only the time that truly deserves to die then so will I'
I see jet streams, trails of small-talk, phosphorescence on an ocean of air
and I move slowly along the bottom, past old folks in their folding chairs
then Yolanda asks if I got any change?
well that's exactly what he, what she said yesterday and I gave her all I had in my pockets just'cause she's a real swell guy
and she never ever breaks character, crashes my scenes or steals my lines
and I swear if her pretty red toenails could speak they'd say 'there's no one else worth pretending to be
I could drop all my lines, I could throw my ropes into the water
oh I could change my mind when today looks the same tomorrow
oh I could kill all of the time that truly deserves to die
oh if I could kill all of the time that truly deserves to die
oh when I've killed only the time that truly deserves to die then so will I'