Lemay Lynda
Lynda Lemay
At What Time It Is
At What Time It Is
You may have been married once © foreign
On one of your business trips
And then, who knows
You might be at the bottom of a nursery
A little guy whose father you are
Right now
You might be in a cottage in the countryside
In a forest, on a mountain
Where your family accompanies you
The more I think about you, the more you move away
Right now
You are maybe you're in bed stuck on top of her
Looking at her lace
And then, who knows
You might have gray hairs on your temples
br/>I can see her from here complimenting you
Right now
Perhaps it's time for me to understand
That I have to accept my sentence
That I must move forward and drag it along
I must not wait for you to come back
But at the moment it is
You might be packing your bags
Maybe your wife despises you
and then, who knows
from having you on their heels
Maybe there are petticoats rolling up
by now
How's that? I'm jealous
I've had red eyes for ten years
But what pleasure can I take
in knowing nothing, pretend everything
at what time it is
You may not have calmed your anger
You may be sitting in front your beer
Shaking the salt shaker
Watching your life unravel
Right now
I have this last hypothesis
Maybe you just left your chair
And then who knows
Maybe you just opened the door
Maybe the reason for you to leave
Is that you can't take it anymore
You've been hesitating for ten years
Ten apartments that you live in
Knowing that one day or another
You will come back to live in ours

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