Going down

Going down

Going down

I ain't got no reservation

Can't go to the station

On a Friday night

Tell me 'bout my mother

'Bout my little brother

Do they feel all right?

Oh, maybe write a letter

But it's wasted time, wasted time

Oh, telephone is better

But it's wasted time, wasted time

Going down

Going down

Going down

Mama used to tell me

Only God could help me

When the bullets fly

Told her not to worry

'Cause I'm not in a hurry

To get up that high

Oh, love is just a bubble

And it's wasted time, wasted timе

Oh, nothing else but trouble

It's all wastеd time, wasted time

Oh, used to be so funny

Now it's wasted time, wasted time

Oh, full of milk and honey

Now it's wasted time, wasted time

But I've gotta do some changing

Do some rearranging

To get back in line

Back to where it started

Back where I departed

If I've got the time

Now do you feel all right?

(Yeah)

Hey, do you feel it?

(Yeah)

Do you feel it?

(Yeah)

Oh, maybe I can get out of this

Wasted time, wasted time

Oh, maybe there's a [?] of this

Wasted time, wasted time

Oh, used to be so funny

Now it's wasted time, wasted time

Oh, full of milk and honey

Now it's wasted time, wasted time

Oh, used to be so funny

Now it's wasted time, wasted time