TIME TO GO
WRITTEN BY: TIM SWADDLING
Walkin’ through this city, with a million souls
Some sleepin’ in mansions, some sleepin’ down in holes
Some got a mind to ramble & roam, some just keep rollin’ that stone
All your accomplishments, they ain’t worth a dime
Mother Nature gonna lay you down in defeat every single time
So throw your confetti, blow on your tin horn
Sweat it out at night, sweat it out on a hot summer's morn
You won’t recall the tune, in the cold dust of your tomb
They don’t give you fair warning, no road map for your soul
They don’t give no reasons when it’s time to go
I’m standing at the station, just lookin’ at the time
Waitin’ on the southbound train, due at about quarter past nine
Somewhere behind the smokin’ steel, somewhere where the tainted waters flow
Carried in the voices reaching out for the heart of the world
Carried on the edge of the blade that’s cutting off all your curls
My heart is still breakin’ from so long ago
You carry the secrets with you about why it was time to go
I keep prayin’ for the sun to rise
In the middle of the night
Dreams of you keep comin’ to me
And I can’t help but wonder where you are tonight
Self be your lantern, self be your guide
Set the dial on the radio and listen for the risin' tide
Come to me and reconcile and love me for a little while
Love me once again until it's real, love me ‘til there’s nothin’ left to feel
I can hear the hollers, I can hear the moans
I shoulda known it back then – that it was time to go
Last night I thought I saw someone disappear around a corner
Thought I’d seen some shadows no one should ever see
Thought I saw it left in the gutter down at the borderline
Thought I saw it all before you went and left me behind
Bring you to a nameless isle, lay your ship in the bay for awhile
Bring along a compass and an oar to row
When the water rises high enough, that's when you’ll know its time to go
Broken hearts shattered in the streets
Crushed as easy as alabaster stones
I know we ain’t gonna make it walkin’
But only you know how far we got to go
I’m sittin’ on the sidelines, givin’ up on another new start
Watchin’ this wretched world find new ways to tear itself apart
There’s order in the graveyard, fall into line in the row of stones
Time’s pilin’ up, and it’s drainin’ out my days
And I can’t help but feel we had a lot more to say
If I ever get back what I thought I’ve known
I’ll pay it a little more mind of when its time to go
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