Chilled - Armored Saint

I say goodbye to my favorite time of day

Watch the sun drop and dusk fade

Another two dozen hours go by

And times going quicker at forty five

When I was young I wanted life to go fast

Always in a hurry to see what’s next

Maybe if I could slow time down

I might shake loose this reoccurring frown

Vacuum me in a deep freeze

Calling a truce with this ghost that I fought

And just chill with what I got

Breaking it down to see where I stand

It’s all pretty grand

Periodically I find myself pissed off

Though never quite sure about which I bug caught

Very few things in my life are bad

Some bad shit happens to that other half

Don’t want to appear that I ain’t grateful

It’s all gravy when you terminate the bull shit

Hurdles that come up running the track

Are best dealt with a calm state of attack

Rest assured so be understood

It’s all pretty good

Feet planted on my own holy land