Clockwatching from United Downs by Trelawney

Kicking around an ex-mining town,
Run down through a lack of love with f. all to be found.
Sticking with the lot you've been landed with.
With your eye to the hour hand is no way to live.

Somebody told you to take up and leave.
Suppose you did – what would you do with it?
Wonder why there’s a wage in this and not something of worth,
With the sun on your skin and your fingers in the earth.

Could have been an engineer, could have been a counter slave.
You, with your dreams boy, and her on a steady wage.
Time flies when you’re having fun.

I saw you on a night bus on the way back from town,
Life at a stand-still, your eyes were casting around - for something.
Some call it rescue, some call it running away,
You can call it what you want, if it makes it happen today.

Could have been a farm hand, could have been a ministers aid.
Living off your dreams boy, and her steady wage,
You know…
Time flies when you’re having fun.

9 is for sorrow, and 5 is for joy,
Go get yourself dolled up, and meet your boy.
You talk of a girl who’s going to make it somewhere,
Well talk to me, and let’s get you there. Tell it!
Go tell your father that you've met someone -
There’s a roof over a better life, they don’t build them for one.
Patience is a virtue - that you can’t afford,
And working here is its own reward.

Time flies when you’re having fun.

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