Werth-Williams She said "Man, I'll see you at 10 a.m." But I can't look at that same old face again I've been 'round her too long and I need to be off on my own Maybe I'm wrong, too bad, too late, I'm gone Maybe I'm wrong, too bad, too late, I'm gone I can't stand the ticking she makes all day And her hands, moving much too slow for me And at five every night I look at her "Goodbye" and go home If it ain't right, too bad, too late, I'm gone If it ain't right, too bad, too late, I'm gone End of my nerves crying "Mutiny, mutiny" Everything's synchronised too much for me Into the boss with a mind to be free Squirting my fountain pen into his tea And I'm gone, yes I am And I'm gone And I'm gone And I'm gone, yes I am