| Song | Almost Time to Go |
| Artist | Jason Webley |
| Album | The Cost of Living |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Webley | |
| Guess you never really stuck around | |
| All that long anywhere | |
| I guess I should have known that you'd skip town | |
| You always did catch me unawares | |
| Looking now at your debris | |
| These trails of paper strewn across the floor | |
| Towards an open door | |
| Look at all you've gathered, all you own | |
| Hold it in your hand, does it weigh more than a single feather? | |
| If the things you feel outsmart the things you know | |
| It's almost time, it's almost time to go | |
| I don't know if you struggled at the end | |
| I know at times you fought like hell | |
| I know that sleep was never quite your friend | |
| I hope that now you're resting well | |
| Old band names and alma maters | |
| A patchwork quilt of people you have been | |
| Tattooed on your skin | |
| Look at all you've gathered, all you own | |
| Hold it in your hand, does it weigh more than a single feather? | |
| If the things you feel outsmart the things you know | |
| It's almost time, it's almost time to go | |
| Think of people, places you have known | |
| Sculpted out of sand, the tide's coming in and we're going nowhere | |
| If your feet are still in shoes that they've outgrown | |
| It's almost time, it's almost time | |
| Think of seed you've scattered and you've sown | |
| All out of your hands, lost in the wind like a little feather | |
| And the things you feel outsmart the things you know | |
| It's almost time, it's almost time | |
| It's almost time, it's almost time | |
| It's almost time, it's almost time to go |
| zuo qu : Webley | |
| Guess you never really stuck around | |
| All that long anywhere | |
| I guess I should have known that you' d skip town | |
| You always did catch me unawares | |
| Looking now at your debris | |
| These trails of paper strewn across the floor | |
| Towards an open door | |
| Look at all you' ve gathered, all you own | |
| Hold it in your hand, does it weigh more than a single feather? | |
| If the things you feel outsmart the things you know | |
| It' s almost time, it' s almost time to go | |
| I don' t know if you struggled at the end | |
| I know at times you fought like hell | |
| I know that sleep was never quite your friend | |
| I hope that now you' re resting well | |
| Old band names and alma maters | |
| A patchwork quilt of people you have been | |
| Tattooed on your skin | |
| Look at all you' ve gathered, all you own | |
| Hold it in your hand, does it weigh more than a single feather? | |
| If the things you feel outsmart the things you know | |
| It' s almost time, it' s almost time to go | |
| Think of people, places you have known | |
| Sculpted out of sand, the tide' s coming in and we' re going nowhere | |
| If your feet are still in shoes that they' ve outgrown | |
| It' s almost time, it' s almost time | |
| Think of seed you' ve scattered and you' ve sown | |
| All out of your hands, lost in the wind like a little feather | |
| And the things you feel outsmart the things you know | |
| It' s almost time, it' s almost time | |
| It' s almost time, it' s almost time | |
| It' s almost time, it' s almost time to go |
| zuò qǔ : Webley | |
| Guess you never really stuck around | |
| All that long anywhere | |
| I guess I should have known that you' d skip town | |
| You always did catch me unawares | |
| Looking now at your debris | |
| These trails of paper strewn across the floor | |
| Towards an open door | |
| Look at all you' ve gathered, all you own | |
| Hold it in your hand, does it weigh more than a single feather? | |
| If the things you feel outsmart the things you know | |
| It' s almost time, it' s almost time to go | |
| I don' t know if you struggled at the end | |
| I know at times you fought like hell | |
| I know that sleep was never quite your friend | |
| I hope that now you' re resting well | |
| Old band names and alma maters | |
| A patchwork quilt of people you have been | |
| Tattooed on your skin | |
| Look at all you' ve gathered, all you own | |
| Hold it in your hand, does it weigh more than a single feather? | |
| If the things you feel outsmart the things you know | |
| It' s almost time, it' s almost time to go | |
| Think of people, places you have known | |
| Sculpted out of sand, the tide' s coming in and we' re going nowhere | |
| If your feet are still in shoes that they' ve outgrown | |
| It' s almost time, it' s almost time | |
| Think of seed you' ve scattered and you' ve sown | |
| All out of your hands, lost in the wind like a little feather | |
| And the things you feel outsmart the things you know | |
| It' s almost time, it' s almost time | |
| It' s almost time, it' s almost time | |
| It' s almost time, it' s almost time to go |