Killing Time Kelli Caldwell & Gil Reynolds © 2003

I put some shoes on hold today
I threw another plate away
I helped a lady salivate in front of all her choices

I reached for something sweeter
When I hadn’t had my fill and I will—reach again

And meanwhile on the other side of the world
A little girl in white
With blood on her mind
Is sitting in a sand storm—

Chorus:
Killing time
Tell a story
Killing time
Tell a lie
Another day another made-up reason
Why it’s killing time

I took the long way home today
Gave in to tabloid titillate
I watched a so-called candidate crying on command

I surfed for bigger better
And I tapped my toe along to a song—on the radio

And meanwhile on the other side of the world
A little boy in green
Becomes a machine
Shooting up a sandstorm

Chorus:
Killing time
Tell a story
Killing time
Tell a lie
Another day another made-up reason
Why it’s killing time

I fed a wandering stray today
Stair-stepped that hint of guilt away
I exercised and justified and almost faced a fear

I dialed in my comfort
And I clapped the pain away, then I prayed—for a raise

Bridge:
Dodging bullets as I make my way to school
What’s that written on your landmines?
Could it be the Golden Rule?

And meanwhile on the other side of the world
A boy and girl in tan
Try to understand
The killing in a sandstorm

Chorus: (3x)
Killing time
Tell a story
Killing time
Tell a lie
Another day another made-up reason
Why it’s killing time