In Good Time

Too many parties in this town tonight, too much loud laughing in the street
Too many times I've heard that bottle break, and the sound of running feet

I rise up quickly with an uneasy head, luminous moonlight on white sheets
Mixes with the neon on that empty bed, and I'm wondering if you're with him in this heat

We've got our demons and our secret lives holding us hostage on the sly

But in good time - we'll see our way through
In good time - joy will come to us too
When the dreaming and the dream, the loving and the need is not the same thing
In good time - In its' own sweet time

These sleepless nights are like a waking dream
How suffocating summer sometimes feels
And I wander like a phantom through these dark and lonely streets
Half alive and wondering if I'm real

I've got my demons and my secret lives holding me hostage on the sly

But in good time - we'll see our way through
In good time - joy will come to us too
When the dreaming and the dream, the loving and the need is not the same thing
In good time - In its' own sweet time

Sure takes its own sweet time
In its own sweet time...

© 1991 Christopher Bingham

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