High time
I got myself
Together
And stopped waiting
For the weather
To change
I will some day, some day when it's brighter
When the air's a little lighter someday
Lately at night, I wonder does it matter?
Another thread, another pattern in the stack
Out of step, I stumble through my paces
I cannot recall the faces, looking back
Oh my, my, how did I let you pass me by?
Wish I had a dollar for every time I said "goodbye"
And I'd be riding high
Now I'm not sure of my direction
How to live with the reflection of where I stand
And I'll be the one I'll be your fool for hire
Comb my hair and kick the tires
And show my hand
High time I got myself together
And stopped waiting for the weather to change