Metrognome

Time on your hands, you do it all the day
Shuffle your feet and turn on the news
To hear what they might say

They made a machine, a new fangled device
They're lighting the fuse, there's no need to worry
Your world will be alright

Time for a smoke, a pint and a joke
You muddle on through
Silently screaming, "What can I do?

Till time trips you out, looking about
Blows you away, high as a kite
On a windy day