There was a time when I was uncluttered
   In my mind and my heart and my soul were fine
   I would sit with Alan and have a smoke
   But I didn´t smoke so I´d usually choke
  
   Alan and I would talk about life
   We never really kissed, never stayed the night
   Now I´m twisted into a perfect knot
   The pace is a maze and I´m totally caught
  
   I will meet you in Downtime
   Has become a crime
   I´ll be waiting on Downtime
   Why is it a crime?
  
   We´d write till 3 in our reverie
   We liked simple things
   He saw the art in me
   So I saw it in myself
   Was a woman of wealth
   Had no money just Alan and me
  
   Now I work all day and think all night
   In a complicated life will I ever get it right?
   Yeah I´m twisted into a perfect knot
   The pace is a maze and I´m totally caught
  
   I will meet you in Downtime
   Has become a crime
   I´ll be waiting on Dowtime
   Why is it a crime?
  
   Downtime has become a crime
   I´ll be waiting on Downtime
   When will we be fine?