Norah Jones
Killing Time
Bet you're gonna cry when I'm gone
Bet you're gonna cry when I'm gone
What a time to be wrong
What a time to be wrong
I know I'm gonna be missed
Yeah, I know I'm gonna be missed
What a way to be tricked
What a waste of a trip

Never thought the day would've come
When I couldn't get up and run
See, you've given me gold
And it weighed down my soul

But can I see if tomorrow will
Turn back to yesterday?
Or have I gone too far
To turn it back all the way?

How can it take so long?
I know that I'm killing time
All alone, but it's dyin' too slow
Why did it take so long?
I know that I'm just killing time
All alone, but it's dyin' too slow
Bet you're gonna cry when I'm gone
Bet you're gonna cry when I'm gone
What a time to be wrong
What a time to be wrong