Remember, when we were kids
We had time and place for everything
Now we box up hastily in a limited space
Like we have to buy air to breathe
We circling our own footprints
But time isn't going faster
And place isn't wrong
And trees in the neighborhood
Are as startling as ones at some fancy resort
When did we stop to notice
That time is always there for us
To write a letter to an old friend
And wait for an answer
With the same conviction
As we so stupidly wait for "the right time"