When I was a young lad sometimes I'd wonder What happened to time when it passed Then one day I found out that time just lands in prison And there it is held fast
When I was a young man I used to go courting And dream of the moon and the stars The moon is still shining the dreams they are all broken On these hard iron bars
Look out of the window over the roofs there And over the walls see the sky Just one flying leap and you could make your getaway If only you could fly
The prison is sleeping the night watch is keeping Its watch over seven hundred men And behind every cell door a sleeping lag is dreaming Oh to be free again
Go write me a letter addressed to my number But say you remember my name So I'll be reminded of how the world outside goes And feel a man again
Got time on my hands I've got time on my shoulder Got plenty of time on my mind There's no summer or winter when once you land inside here Just that old prison grind