~~TIME:~~

Picking all day the moments that make up my sale day.
No quitter, don't waste hours on that...turkey day.
Picking up ads about all those stores in my home town.
Basting and roasting that turkey early in the day.

Tired from cooking and then you dine,
Stayed at home to watch those games.
Fell asleep, darn. (lines are long)
But there's no time to kill today.
And then next day I find,
...Ten hours have got behind me.
No clock to tell me when to run,
.........I missed the op'ning fun.

And I run, and I run to catch up with that door, but it's shrinking.
Racing to catch it, but it's closed again.
I run the same way as my relatives do, but I'm older,
"Shorter of breath and one day closer to death."

Now the sales are getting shorter,
Even though they try to mime,
Same things just cannot be bought.
They use all kinds of scribbled signs,
Hatching schemes in desperation in a store-bought way.
Their time is gone.
But songs do hover.
It looks like I have missed the fray.

(short interlude)

Well, home again
I'd like a stash that they've scanned.
But I come home old and tired
See nought that I own beside the fire.
Far away the stores still yield,
The presents that I want as well.
"Let me in" I say, "Oh, please."
"To see and hear the magic Christmas bells."


~~GREAT GIG IN THE SKY:~~

(instrumental)

Muttering amidst the music:

"Lady, the sales are over and I can't open the door
for just one person. Now do you think that would be
fair? Just come back another time. Unfortunately, the
prices will be much, much higher, but you don't mind.
Merry Christmas to you."

(The lady in question spends over three minutes banging on the door and sliding down the glass in frustration, moaning, groaning and wailing loudly just to get at the size two dress in the window.)