See that long line of people who keep standin' in the rain
Looking tired, gettin' cold
And that signal light they waitin' for don't ever seem to change
Killing time, ain't it slow?

Watch them bending with the burden of the pennies that they save
Marking time growin' old
Slowly marchin' by the numbers to the freedom of the grave
Killing time, ain't it slow?

That's the closest thing to living that they're ever gonna know
And their good times ain't no better than their bad
'Cause they think they need a signal light to tell 'em they can go
Killing time, ain't it sad?


Don't feel sorry for those people who keep standin' in the rain
They don't mind they don't know
'Cause it never crossed their minds they got a reason to complain
Killing time, ain't it slow?

They're not haunted by the visions that they never dared to see
And they'll never miss the dreams they've never had
They're condemned to go on living in a penitentiary
For killing time, ain't it sad?...