Stitch in Time - Jackson C. Frank

Yesterday my time was torn

Someone told me I was born to lose

And in the darkness it appeared

To last almost a thousand years as true

So in the morning drunk with light

I turned my weary one-armed side to you

Little kids and grown-up men

They got to change enough now

How or when or who

But baby thought it would leave me more

To stand aside and unlock the door for you

And now it’s if you can means if you will

If you will means if you’re still for two

Loneliness unlocks each gate

Patience whispers «you're too late it’s through»

And if I was there to keep the score

I’d just be there to feel the sore abuse

Oh yesterday my time was torn

Someone told me I was born to lose

And in the darkness it appeared

To last almost a thousand years as true