When Time Gets Old

When Time Gets Old

When time gets old and space runs out
When warmth runs cold and thoughts breed doubt
Don’t know who is coming
Don’t know who got lost
Along the way

The slippery slope is touch and go
The loss of hope keeps love down low
When darkness fades into a blur
The figures in faint shadows stir

The less you see the more you feel
Out there in the universe
Where fantasy is more real

The less you see the more you feel
Where fantasy is much more real

Can’t touch ourselves, can’t look inside
Can’t go that deep, just run and hide
We’re present but we’re so detached
Where fantasy’s more real

© Music: Jessie Jacobson-Jarrett Lesko-Brian Bielski (7/7/22)
Lyrics: Jessie Jacobson (7/7/22 + 5/5/07)

Studio improvisation July 7, 2022.

Jessie Jacobson: Vocal, Guitar
Jarrett Lesko: Bass
Brian Bielski: Drums