I'm just sitting counting all the cobwebs
And wondering just when you'll come along
You said that you'd be here an hour ago
But an hour ago is hours ago from then

No, and I don't know what to do
I'm drawing crazy patterns on my shoe
And the sand in the hourglass slips on by

So light another cigarette, and watch the burning glow
Catching spiders in my hand, and then I let it go
Imagine pictures on the wall, watch the insects where they crawl
They don't care about you and I've nothing to do

No, and I don't know what to do
I'm drawing crazy patterns on my shoe
And the sand in the hourglass slips on by

Maybe the bus didn't get there on time
Maybe the train doesn't run on that line for some reason
And she might not come
Because she doesn't want to see you again
No, no, no, that can't be true
And I've nothing to do

No, I've got nothing to do
I'm drawing crazy patterns on my shoe
Sand in the hourglass slips on by

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Bernard J.P. Taupin, Elton John