Low Expectations

Low expectations

When it's getting way too late 
There's nothing on the slate 
You've got to take another break 
Step out of the room 
Into the street lit by the moon 

Walk down to the tombs 
Open the windows 
No one said that that time would come 
To finish what's begun 
Things get done when they get done 
There's no use in worry 
For a heart that's in a hurry 
Hang the jury inside out to dry