Said all these people they won`t leave me alone 
And we need, a little time to ourselves 
And half the reasons why 
I`m sketchin` all the time 
The result of a life in this hell 
But oh well, I think it`s time 
My faith is falling like the leaves from a tree 
The pockets both take it away 
The sun warms my body as I`m 
Sittin` on a swing watching 
Columbus clouds bring in the rain 
Oh well I think it`s time 
Its time to go 
My mind is playing tricks on me all the time 
To let you know that I am real 
And all the worries you build 
Up inside your soul 
The ones that make your world stand still 
Mean you can feel, that it`s time to go.. 
Are you fed up, Are you fed up with me? 
Do you think you could do better? 
Do you think that I know better? 
Do they think that they know better? 
Five fed up faces with the itch to kill a king 
Blood red sunshine, and a breath to air that`s clean 
I drink from the faucet 
From the porch I take a pee 
I look at you through the bushes 
Where you can`t see me 
I laugh and slip into another state of mind 
To let you know that I am real 
And all the worries you build up inside your soul 
The ones that make your world stand still 
Means you can feel, that it`s time to go