High Time - Kim Richey

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