Meantime

Life has a throat, we learned to grab it
That kind of things comes automatic
In a zone like the one we inhabit
In the meantime
Ten of us share one pair of shoes
And no one dares to air their views
On the square of the hypotenuse
In the meantime

In the meantime life goes on
Ticking like a meantime bomb
And stories all start once
Upon a meantime

They melt old locomotives down
To cast a vast black iron crown
To symbolise what weighs them down
Way down in the meantime
A ghost train pulls into the Hauptbahnhof
No one gets on, no one gets off
But you can hear the ghost conductor cough
"All aboard!" for the meantime

Meantime has a strange allure
It looks so good in the brochure
You could hole up there
You could take the cure
Oh sure, in the meantime

You could wait forever
Meantime's never ripe
Only blues and more band news
Coming down the pipe
Meantime's never on your side
If you're late, meantime can wait
Meantime and meantime

I sent a card to the folks back home:
A picture of a burning aerodrome
It came back stamped "address unknown."
I was alone in the meantime
The iodine kid killed his iodine wife
And they gave him fifty years to life
Now he scrapes the days on the wall with a knife
He knows what it means to do meantime

In the meantime life goes on
Ticking like a meantime bomb
And stories all start once
Upon a meantime