this feeling floats like a powder
and it feels like it's been hours
but the clock seems so indifferent
it looks as though it's missed it
'cause it's hand just moved a minute
while everyone I know is far away
and getting there would take days
and if I arrived I know the party would die
reminding me of my cell phone's night
so I just have the sounds of the street
I appreciate it's beat
I'm it's biggest fan
when I've got no plans
so I'll be thankful for it's rhyme
because all I have right now is time