Time

[I was at a songwriting retreat when it hit me. Hospice had entered the picture

I thought I'd be so prepared for the end - there'd been so many other rescues. But I was not ready

This song came out, fully finished. Kitchen table. Midnight. Malibu.]

I don't know your name

And I can't see your face

But I know, but I know you're coming

I can hear you whisper

And I can hear you call

And I know, and I know you're coming

I'm not ready anymore

I thought I was but there's the door

I'm not ready like before

So give me just a little more time

Please don't come today

Tomorrow's not good either

'Cause I know, it'll mean forever

I'm not ready anymore

I thought I was but there's the door

I'm not ready like before

So give me just a little more time

Please don't come today

Tomorrow's not good either