Stolen Time

Picked my coat up off the floor,
Packed my bag and locked the door,
Left my key and nothing more
Mighta said I would before...

Can't keep spending all my life living on this stolen time.

Say nothing ventured, nothing gained,
Well, nothing's lost, but something's changed -
A little worn, a little stained
But still the bottom line remains

Can't keep wasting all my life living on this stolen time.

Now don't you go and think that I could just leave you easily
Wish that I could find a way you won't be better off without me...
So call me heartless, call me cruel,
Play the victim, play the fool,
But somehow I know that you
Will see that I just can't go through

Spending all my life living on stolen time.

copyright Heather Johnson 2001.