Photo Credit : Sandra Conway
time – leaves us alone – in a world where we’re lost – like a bag on the bus
that gets left behind – we’ve never enough time – or so we have thought
days – winding away – like a desparate clock – on a desolate dock
in a north cottage town – where time has slowed down – no matter the cost
we’re trying to keep up the pace – running to stay in a race
we haven’t the time to make up our minds – at least I can say “you’re a good friend of mine”
truth – such a curious cost – that waits in the wings – while our business and things
may finish in time – then turns us to rhyme – with all we have been
alone – he waits at a curb – a drifter they’d say – in the city today
while the people rush past – he’s no chance to ask – could you tell me the time
we’re trying to keep up the pace – running to stay in a race
we haven’t the time to make up our minds – at least I can say “you’re a good friend of mine”
time – leaves us alone – in a world where we’re lost – like a bag on the bus
that get’s left behind – we’ve never enough time – or so we have thought
days – winding away – like a desparate clock – on a desolate dock
in a north cottage town – where time has slowed down – no matter the cost
