It’s the way you spend your days.

That’s driving a wedge, between you and me.

You’re never sitting still.

Your day planners always filled.

Some how, I’ve got to make you see.

Always places you need to be.

People you must see.

And the appointments, that you must keep.

You’re hardly ever home.

When you are, you’re on the phone.

You’re giving a little of yourself, to everybody else.

But you don’t leave nothing for me.

You can’t keep up this pace.

This is your life, not a race.

It’s going to kill you, if you don’t slow down.

You’re going to seal your fate.

If you don’t take a break.

You need to stop, and take a good look around.

What I’m trying to tell you.

Ignoring me, just won’t do.

Just tell me, if you want to be free.

If you don’t think a change is due.

Then I guess, that we are through.

Last place, is some where I won’t be.

Your giving a little of yourself, to everybody else.