Tempus Non Fugit

2020 Milwaukee, WI

    F     C          Eb        Bb     G
We whittle away these days that have no name
    F         C       Eb       Bb       G
The clouds move past my shoulder just the same
F           C          Eb         Bb       G
Fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way

Chorus:
F         G       A
No finish line in sight
      F             G           A
Don't matter if I'm straight or high
    F           G         A
The balls don't bounce no more
    F           G       Bb        G
The doctors are keeping score...

We know everything, but there's nothing we can do
The light box tells us how, when, why or who
We're all cooped up from Lima to Timbuktu

Chorus
Jam

The winds of Spring must cleanse us from this curse
Beofre panic and pressure leave us ten times worse
So let the folds of peace and patience now unfurl