Subj : Wasted time
To   : All
From : Angus McLeod
Date : Mon Aug 29 2005 01:29 pm

	Well baby, there you stand,
	with your little head down in your hand.
	Oh, my god, you can't believe
	it's happening again.
	Your baby's gone, and you're all alone
	and it looks like the end.

	Back out on the street
	and you're trying to remember.
	How will you start it over?
	You don't know if you can.
	You don't care much for a stranger's touch,
	but you can't hold your man.

	You never thought you'd be alone
	this far down the line.
	And I know what's been on your mind.
	You're afraid it's all been wasted time.

	The autumn leaves have got you thinking
	about the first time that you fell.
	You didn't love the boy too much. 
	No, no.
	You just loved the boy to well.
	Farewell!

	So you live from day to day, 
	and you dream about tomorrow, oh!
	And the hours go by like minutes
	and the shadows come to stay.
	So you take a little something
	to make them go away.

	I could have done so many things, baby,
	if I could only stop my mind
	from wondering what I left behind 
	and from worrying 'bout this wasted time.

	Ooh!  Another love has come and gone.
	Ooh!  And the years keep rushing on.
	I remember what you told me
	before you went out on your own:
	"Sometimes to keep it together,
	we got to leave it alone."
	So you can get on with your search, baby,
	and I can get on with mine.
	And maybe someday we will find,
	that it wasn't really wasted time.
	Mmmm, mmm.
	Oh, hoo!  Ooh, ohh.
	Ooh, ooh, hmm...

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