Beautiful South - His Time Ran Out Lyrics
I was about to write a song about the fear and the doubtBut my pen ran outIt captured the emotions of a lover and a loutBut my pen ran outSo the picture wasn't painted and the story wasn't toldNo one knows the author 'cause the record never soldAnd I know they never will until he's bitter and he's oldHis time ran outI was gonna share my blues with a nation full of bluesBut my pen ran outI was gonna spread the news of the way I always loseBut my pen ran outSo I'll keep an envelope with all the words I should have saidHide it in a tiny box underneath my bedAnd written on the outside will be 'open when he's dead'And written on the outside will be 'open when he's dead'His time ran out, his time ran outHis time ran out, his time ran out