You know, I've either had a family, a job
Can't lay it off. Wishful plans all get locked
Imagination clogged, fantasize raw boredom
A cause to manage my loss of passion, I'm always strangled and caught
By something in my way, everyday, drowning caged
But now, I've sold my house. I've found this place
It's a large studio, you should come see the space and the light
A place and some time - create for the first day of my life
My actual life, a life in which I'm actually living
No family prison, spamming assistants, fracking my wisdom
Gathering all spirits
Mastering the vision of Stockfish
No leaving this cockpit til' I landed at the Grammy I'm given
I need some time
Air, Light, Space & Time
Time
Time
Time
Time
If you're gonna create, in no time, you're gonna create
16 hours a day in a coal mine, you're gonna create
3 kids in a room, screaming the whole time, you're gonna create
On welfare, can't tell where hope lies, you're gonna create
Part of your mind and body blown away, you're gonna create
Feel like a towaway, a stowaway, you're gonna create
Blind crippled demented, venting, sensing tension, ending pending
Betting wild desires give you strength
While the entire city is trembling in
Earthquake bombardment
Murderers warring
Burning floodwaters
If you're gonna create
You're gonna create until you're in a coffin
Buried and locked in, -side six feet deep
You're gonna create until you return to the mental penitentiary
So baby
Air, light, time, space can't birth a troubadour
But a longer life to find excuses for
Wailing "I need some
Time
Time
Time
Time