Lyrics

This is going once
And on and on again
And then complain
What is old enough
To circulate again
Can’t talk fast enough
Through boxes full of other people’s lives
All are going once
They’re mine

But how would I know
Some are things that we need
I just follow

This is going once
Off the map
And off the books in time
Can’t go soon enough
A restive one confined
There is room enough
Economy of glass
And scraps and smoke
Time moves slow enough
But there was more to know