An endless chain of days go by   Can't scratch the surface, still I try   I'm going down, feeling underground   Just kicking the leaves all around this town   Can't catch the beat, I'm feeling ill   Too much time to kill      Time, time, time   Time to kill      Follow the footsteps down the stairs   Painted doorways, dirty rails   Take a ride on the evening blue   Gonna check out the crowds on Mott Avenue   Gonna watch the waves on Jamaica Bay   Far Rock away      Time, time, time   Time to kill      Time, time, time   Time to kill      Time, time, time   Time, time, time   Time, time