Time's Mechanic
To ride on outTo drive on out
Of town
There is always a new
Town
The places have places
The lines have spaces
Double spaced
Double checked
Spell checked
Who the hell?
What the hell?
Time will tell
No need to pack
No tank to fill
Empty bags in hand
No tickets to punch
No punch lines to argue
No love for me here
No need for shallow waters
Muddy waters to wash
My hands
Hands are washed
Be seeing you around
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