Passing Time from Bacchanalia by The Strange Avenues

Well I don't have a job, and my money's spreading thin.
I used to have a guitar, but now I've got the rent.
I've still got my dog, I just can't ever feed him.
At least he's not alone, 'cause God knows I ain't eating.

I can't seem to break free,
I can't seem to shake free,
I can't ever seem to get back on my feet,
but that's fine.

That's fine.

I don't mind, passing time.
I don't mind, passing time.
I don't mind, passing time.
I can hear the good lord up there laughing at me,
but as long as I'm down here, I know I'm free,
I don't mind.

I'm a midnight mechanic, working down on Main street.
Shop's always hungry, but there's cops on the beat.
It's just a matter of time before they put me away.
At least there they'll feed me, maybe this time I'll stay.

I can't seem to break free,
I can't seem to shake free,
I can't ever seem to get back on my feet,
but that's fine.

That's fine.

I don't mind, passing time.
I don't mind, passing time.
I don't mind, passing time.
And the devil is down there and he's calling for me,
but as long as I'm up here, God knows I'm free,
I don't mind.

I can't seem to break free,
I can't seem to shake free,
I can't really seem to get back on my feet,
I can't ever seem to get back on my feet,
I can't ever seem to get back on my feet,
but that's fine.

Passing time.

I don't mind.

That's fine.

• Rock
• blues
• country rock
• hard rock
• punk
• Boston