Odyssey Number Five

My Kind Of Scene Tell me where I'm supposed to begin an unhappy life working some kind of dead end job for everything you thought you had has gone from worse to bad Lean to the side whisper it quiet the end is in sight to working all night around the

It's comin' round again The slowly creepin' hand Of time and it's command Soon enough it comes And settles in it's place It's shadow in my face Puts pressure in my day This life well it's slippin' right through my hands These days turned out nothin'

This will be an uncertain time for us my love I can hear the echo of your voice in my head Singing my love I can see your face there in my hands my love I have been blessed by your grace and care my love Singing my love There's a place for us sitting