I live on the edge of town
In a shanty I designed
I live along a well travelled road
With a dog named Time
I won't go into town
No matter how I'm persuaded
At least not willingly
Or of my own volition
Time wants to drag me there
Roadside thugs do too
But I stay
Just on the edge of town
In a shanty I designed
I see many people
Headed to town
Never do they return
I would try to warn them
If I wasn't struck mute
I would try to direct them
If my hands were not tied