Present Time - Louden Swain

Headed down to the country store

With a head full of bumble bees

Got a date with the magistrate

In the garden of the Tuileries

I got lost in the candy mart

Had to call for a helping hand

There’s a map leading to my heart

Or there’s room for another friend

But it’s either, not both

Ain’t no more room on this boat

And it’s one way to my soul

It’s a long walk back from Buffalo

And it’s hot highs and tricky lows

But there ain’t no time like the present time

Got stuck in the veggie aisle

Had a hiccup on my junior mint

Had to put back my celery

And hang on to my government

Don’t believe everything that you read

Said the cover of a magazine

Had to pause while I did the math

Had to take a shot of listerine

You just stop your vote

Ain’t no more room on this boat

And it’s one way to my soul

It’s a long walk back from Buffalo

And it’s hot highs and tricky lows

But there ain’t no time like the present time

Movin on with my eager eye

Make a motion for a summary

Take a look at my brother’s way

Gonna live my life accordingly

I got a pillow for my good side

And a little bit of Ambien

Go to sleep on the cozy ride

Set the sound track to ambient

You just play me

Or don’t

I got packed to carry this load

And it’s one way to my soul

It’s a long walk back from Buffalo

And it’s hot highs and tricky lows

But there ain’t no time like the present time

Ain’t no time like the present time

Ain’t no time like the present time

Ain’t no time like the present

Ain’t no time like the present time

Ain’t no time like the present time

Ain’t no time like the present

Ain’t no time

Here we go

Ain’t no time like the present