Lyrics

Now I come to a fork in the road And I could be here for a hundred years Weighing up the prospects of which way to go Nothing but time on my hands Holding up a palm full of sand Nothing but time on my hands Shall I cause some destruction that none shall understand Undyke my finger and flood the whole land Nothing but time on my hands Getting used to the ocean in sight of dry land Nothing but time on my hands I let you go and then you come back Shall I pick at your nature until you react See if my face is left intact Nothing but time on my hands I've got my own design for something quite grand Sit down here and look at the plans You can apprеciate even if you don't undеrstand Nothing but time on my hands Nothing but time on my hands Nothing but time on my hands