A Man With Nothing to Do

6th March, 2012

 

The lovers of the world are slaving away

But I do nothing much but breathe

When good men do nothing, it’s true what they say

The devil is rolling up his sleeve

 

Is God, so busy in his time, now doing nothing too?

 

So baby, here I am, waiting for you

A man with nothing to do

 

Let the years go by, let the daylight die

I can’t think of anything to be

The planes in the sky, the lines in the road

Human hands make everything you see

And if you keep busy in your mind do you think you’ll see this through?

 

So baby, here I am, waiting for you

A man with nothing to do

I’m a man with nothing to do

 

I don’t tend the fields, I don’t toil at the sea

So I am passing the time by letting time pass over me

 

So are you so busy in your mind that you can’t feel it too?

 

So baby, here I am, waiting for you

A man with nothing to do

I’m a man with nothing to do

But wait around to fall in love with you