Timothy Everett tightens his tie
Blazing bright blue sharp against the pin stripes
He sips at his coffee and keeps a straight face
Though he burned his lip and he hates the taste
He's got a meeting at nine and no time to waste
Of course he checked his facts and he's got a strong face
He looks in the mirror and sets his jaw
He knows his clients and he knows the law
But Timothy isn't getting any younger
And every day the sun goes down just a little bit earlier
For the past five years he's been two months away
From partner in his firm
He makes it to the subway with five minutes to spare
Sees Bernadette Kalowski in the red plastic chairs
That were trendy in the sixties, a book in her hands
A traveler's guide to the cities of the sands
They used to talk about exploring, about seeing the planet
Backpacking to Athens - golden apples and pomegranates!
It must have been ten years ago they broke it off
Must have been about the time he finally got a good job
But Timothy isn't getting any younger
And every day the sun goes down just a little bit earlier
For the past five years he's been two months away
From partner in his firm
Timothy you don't know what you're looking for
Got a nagging feeling that there's something more
Oh Timothy you forget what you're aiming for
And every day is a closing door