Where is it quiet, when there’s a long day left?
With all that time, there’s only one thing on my mind,
But the time.

I lock the door, one key element left,
With all that’s here, still it’s time on my mind,
But it’s everywhere.

It’s the fellowship of this old house, with all that's left,
With all that time, I only saw one mouse, I don’t mind,
But no pair.

©2007, Ron Globe