Hour Glass Testo

I'm just sitting counting all the cobwebsAnd wondering just when you'll come alongYou said that you'd be here an hour agoBut an hour ago is hours ago from thenNo, and I don't know what to doI'm drawing crazy patterns on my shoeAnd the sand in the hour glass slips on byLight another cigarette, watch the burning glowCatching spiders in my hand, and then I let them goImagine pictures on the wall, watch the insects where they crawlThey don't care about you and I've nothing to doMaybe the bus didn't get there on timeMaybe the train doesn't run on that line for some reasonAnd she might not comeBecause she doesn't want to see you againNo no no, that can't be trueAnd I've got nothing to do