Hands

I just love this part of the world
 The food's fine and the sun shines
 And the people seem so relaxed
 They ride motorbikes lidless
 It seems like nobody's ever been anywhere
 They didn't wanna be
 I guess I'm not long for this world
 He just seems to kind of sit there all day long
 In his little store
 Where time stood still long before
 Meticulous man, time on his hands
 Time is his hands
 He told me
 You too can exist in your very own parallel time
 Time ticks and how do you get your kicks?
 Right now I could do with any kicks
 Back home it's another dead cold night
 The street lights emanate kind of surreal glows
 Upon the real cold driven snow
 That we all know so well
 And I walk alone
 But when there's a song in my head
 I don't really feel alone
 The busy streets are empty now
 And everybody's gone home