Second Hand

I spent my time fishing through pockets of old winter coats
Yeah, looking for a weathered New York City subway token charm
And instead I found a shattered silver pocket watch
A present given to me to mark my 21st year

But the time, it never stopped
The months rolled on
And nine years passed without a sound
The ticking heartbeat dead and gone

I wasted days thinking about how I wasted so much time
I sat alone in my room while the weeks went by
And someone saved me from this tomb in Graceland
I was hiding in an attic the past two years, yeah 'cause I'm a fugitive

Call the detectives in
I'm ready to confess
All the terrible things I did
It's time for my sinking heart to rest

Time for my sinking heart to rest
Time for my sinking heart to rest
Time for my sinking heart to rest
Time for my sinking heart to rest