Nothing to do. music and lyrics © J.W.H.Wilson

Here we go round again, wasting another day,
Not caring what we do, not having much to say,
Watching the fire glow with embers of yesterday,
Seen through half open eyes
With NOTHING TO DO

Murmuring words unknown, into your twilight ears,
Holding you much too close, slipping back through the years,
Somewhere the wind howls, but darling we’re warm in here,
Lost in each other’s arms
With NOTHING TO DO

Having a good time
Is boring, so boring,
Compared to doing
Nothing with you
One day...........

When I've o'er brimmed my years, freed from the wings of time,
Searching some starlit sky, in the eternal mind,
Will I remember the moment when you were mine?
Once on a winters day, with NOTHING TO DO

Lost in each other's arms
With NOTHING TO DO.