48 Hours

I stand on these two feet Forty-eight hours so My steps might move the days To where I'd like to be The web is thick with lies and cheats I'm one of them, and you're out of reach I wear these ribbons like A prisoner, ball and chain A grain in a desert dune Praying to the sun for rain The air is dry, the stars are true I wonder how I'll change for you I watch on glowing screens Scrawling pipes of industry Later we'll strike chords in bars Wonder who's listening The room is dark and I cannot see Can only feel what's missing The rooms is dark and I cannot see Can only feel what's missing --- 48 Hours - Humbird