From the recordings Private Book Work Tapes and Blueprints 1

Jim Quealy Middle Room Music (sesac)2000

Lyrics

Slippin’ through my fingers; rollin’ off your tongue
Words of anger, screamin’ through the air
Just like bullets from a gun
Killin’ me with kindness or you let me live in pain
Give me shelter when the coast is clear
Send me back out when it rains

You can’t make up your mind.
How do you feel about it?
Are we wasting time
Carrying on this way
You need time to think it through
I think you already know

Harbor of resentment; forgive but not forget
Hold me warmly in the light of love
Then you wish we’d never met
Hold me up as an example
The Holy Ghost or the antichrist
Take a number, baby. Pick a card
I think you’re rollin’ loaded dice

You can’t make up your mind.
How do you feel about it?
Are we wasting time
Carrying on this way
You need time to think it through
I think you already know

Don’t want to spoil the party, but I need to know where we stand
Are you thinkin’ about throwing it all away?
Are we following through or do we need to make another plan
You keep packin’ those bags ‘til you decide

You can’t make up your mind.
How do you feel about it?
Are we wasting time
Carrying on this way
You need time to think it through
I think you already know