Lyrics Spare Time - The Classic Crime

Spare Time

You clutch the cross around your neck
And hope to god there’s still time left
You turn back down the path
To find your way
But in the dusty summer breeze
In this ghost town you hear the sea
It’s salted crashing melody still haunts you to this day
And it says where were you when I
Call you to be wild
Now the ships set sail
And you’re stuck in a prison
If you are trying to dance alone in this life
Then do it right
But if you are dying to live somewhere
On the other side
There’s no such thing as spare time
The higher you climb the father you might
Fall behind
Yeah it’s a fight
But you might never get to see the sunrise
There’s no such thing as spare time
You bought all your philosophies
And carved out your philanthropy
It didn’t take you much to do your part
But you closed off opportunity
With narrow cold hypocrisy
And in the end you traded
Petty comforts for your heart
But all your ornaments
And trinkets cannot mend
The broken heart you’ve hid
And all the things you did
If legalism saves
Then I guess that we’re all dead
I for one am not stopping
In my grave I’ll rest my head
I’ll rest my head