I forgot about this room Though it's been here all along At the bottom of a pocket In the middle of a song What's the use in rushing 'round We fill the day up just to fill it We've been given so much time All we think to do is kill it Don't you forget the wide-open spaces Don't you forget to breathe it out and breathe it in There is always something in between the minutes and the days And it's yours just for the asking Turn the hands back on the clock That don't stop it ticking on But it's different from your heartbeat There's no echo when it's gone Time is just a man-made thing To get you up and out of bed To the field or to the boardroom Yet it's all inside your head So don't forget about this room You know it's been here all along At the bottom of a pocket In the middle of a song