My spare time, yeah, that’s who I’m talkin’ to.

And I followed it out here lookin’ for some solitude.

Past the blue traffic lights. Forget about your lies, and that’s where I find my spare time.

Weekend blues, dancin’ with the quarrymen.

It’s the realest thing, but my baby’s a skeleton.

There’s nothing on my mind when I look into his eyes, and that’s where I find my spare time.

Paradise is all I really need.

It’s just me and Mr.Capps and that’s all it’ll ever be.

There’s a good moon on the rise so I assume you meant goodbye.

These things happen in my spare time.

Yeah, that’s who I’m talkin’ to.

And I followed it out here looking for some bitter news.

Past the blue traffic lights. Forget about your lies, and that's where I find

My spare time.