I just want to make the most
People get too much too soon
and then they never learn
I would give up my next meal
And all the ones after that,
if we could ever strike a deal
But I'm well aware of the limits
We're all gonna go the way
Some go a piece at a time,
some of us go all at once
You need a big imagination
just to fill up all this space
Where the wind blows steady
till your clock has got a crooked face
The hands of time seem to have a
way of tearing up the place
Don't put off till tomorrow
what you can fail to do today
Oh, the earnest thing is slipping,
so won't you kindly look away
November skies seem to find a
way of getting on to grey
Slow fascination, procrastination, blue
Slow fascination, procrastination, blue
You need a big imagination
just to fill up all this space
You can spend your whole life here, yes,
I've got a hole in my sock
and my shoe has got a broken lace
I don't want it all, just what I am due
I don't want it all, just what I am due
Yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay