Where is this Muse, this Lady Love,
Who insists that we need more time?

But how much more time can I really spend
Sitting around and waiting by her side as life
Goes right on by as I bide the seconds of mine?

What more can she ask for that I haven't given?

What more could she ask for that I wouldn't give?

The more I see her, the more disaster it becomes.
It's become time for me to get past her,
Time to leave her gone and away,
Time for me to live in the Love and Laughter -
To get away from this torture and pain.

The time's come for my turn at love,
And time's gone by for living this lie.