text: Im just sitting counting all the cobwebs
  And wondering just when youll come along
  You said that youd be here an hour ago
  But an hour ago is hours ago from then
  No, and I dont know what to do
  Im drawing crazy patterns on my shoe
  And the sand in the hourglass slips on by
  Light another cigarette, watch the burning glow
  Catching spiders in my hand, and then I let them go
  Imagine pictures on the wall, watch the insects where they crawl
  They dont care about you and Ive nothing to do
  No, and I dont know what to do
  Im drawing crazy patterns on my shoe
  And the sand in the hourglass slips on by
  Maybe the bus didnt get there on time
  Maybe the train doesnt run on that line for some reason
  And she might not come
  Because she doesnt want to see you again
  No no no, that cant be true
  And Ive got nothing to do
  No, and I dont know what to do
  Im drawing crazy patterns on my shoe
  And the sand in the hourglass slips on by