I’ve got twenty minutes
to write this song
Then the window will close
and the music is gone

The sky’ll never catch me
I’m not that high
I will leave through a hatch
when my time comes to fly

I’ve got a lot on my plate
and a kid on my knee
I’m surrounded by walls
all refusing to see
That some air would do wonders
some light would be fine
Could you teach me to breathe?
Would you teach me to fight?

A heart rarely breaks
in a charming way
Some wounds never heal
there’s no breaking away

Expecting to sleep
like a baby, my dear?
I’m so sorry my friend
it won’t happen ‘round here

I’ve got a lot on my plate
and a kid on my knee
I’m surrounded by walls
all refusing to see
That some air would do wonders
some light would be fine
Could you teach me to reason?
Would you teach me to rhyme?

Oooh ooh oooh

I would follow your lead
if you just made sense
I’m not angry by choice
though I am quite tense

I would love to believe
that you’d wish me well
But I’ve met quite a few
that you’ve sent off to hell

I’ve got a lot on my plate
and a kid on my knee
You could all raise your hands
if you know what I mean
All this huffing and puffing
and dragging along

Twenty minutes are gone
Oooh
Twenty minutes are gone
And I’ve finished this song.

Lyrics ©Susan von Magius