## Metadata
**Caption:** arena rock, 1981, synth driven, catchy, uptempo, 120 BPM, male vocal
**BPM:** 150
**Duration:** 185.0s
**Key:** C major
**Time Signature:** 4

## Lyrics
[verse]
Sitting by the window watching traffic crawl
Counting cracks along the plaster wall
Nothing on the calendar, nothing on my plate
Just me and the hours piling up like weight

[chorus]
Too much time on my hands
It's ticking away and I don't have plans
Too much time on my hands
And it's hard to make you understand

[verse]
Friends are all busy, phone is staying quiet
Tried to start a hobby but I didn't buy it
Every clock feels like it's mocking me
Stuck here waiting just to see

[chorus]
Too much time on my hands
It's ticking away and I don't have plans
Too much time on my hands
And it's hard to make you understand

[bridge]
Maybe I should learn to love the empty space
Maybe stillness has its own kind of grace
But right now it just feels like a maze
Of endless, restless, waiting days

[chorus]
Too much time on my hands
It's ticking away and I don't have plans
Too much time on my hands
And it's hard to make you understand