Said all these people they won't leave me alone
  And we need, a little time to ourselves
  And half the reasons why
  I'm sketchin' all the time
  The result of a life in this hell
  But oh well, I think it's time
    My faith is falling like the leaves from a tree
  The pockets both take it away
  The sun warms my body as I'm
  Sittin' on a swing watching
  Columbus clouds bring in the rain
  Oh well I think it's time
  Its time to go
    My mind is playing tricks on me all the time
  To let you know that I am real
  And all the worries you build
  Up inside your soul
  The ones that make your world stand still
  Mean you can feel, that it's time to go..
  Are you fed up, Are you fed up with me?
  Do you think you could do better?
  Do you think that I know better?
  Do they think that they know better?
    Five fed up faces with the itch to kill a king
  Blood red sunrise, and a breath to air that's clean
  I drink from the faucet
  From the porch I take a pee
  I look at you through the bushes
  Where you can't see me
    I laugh and slip into another state of mind
  To let you know that I am real
  And all the worries you build up inside your soul
  The ones that make your world stand still
  Means you can feel, that it's time to go