When your time is up
And you’ve given all you’ve got
There’s always someone ready to take your place
You’re nothing but a number in slate
I thought this was it
Time has a way of making you stick
Or run from your guns
Time makes a fool of young love
Don’t let it go to your head
There’s nothing worse if they never meant what they said
So let us all fall to our knees
There’s no reason to cause a scene
When your days out number your weight
You will find you were just
A number in slate
Though my hands were tied
I never thought you would recognise
My face in a crowd with all those people around
I was taken by the fear of holy ground
So take what’s left of the day
Pack up your things and be on your way
When every door slams into your face
Well that’s just what they say
Don’t let it go to your head
There’s nothing worse if they never meant what they said
So let us all fall to our knees
There’s no reason to cause a scene
When your days out number your weight
You will find you were just
A number in slate