I forgot about this room
Though it's been here all along
At the bottom of a pocket
In the middle of a song
What's the use in rushing 'round
We fill the day up just to fill it
We've been given so much time
All we think to do is kill it
Don't you forget the wide-open spaces
Don't you forget to breathe it out and breathe it in
There is always something in between the minutes and the days
And it's yours just for the asking
Turn the hands back on the clock
That don't stop it ticking on
But it's different from your heartbeat
There's no echo when it's gone
Time is just a man-made thing
To get you up and out of bed
To the field or to the boardroom
Yet it's all inside your head
So don't forget about this room
You know it's been here all along
At the bottom of a pocket
In the middle of a song
