Greensky Bluegrass - Time Breathe Reprise lyrics
[Greensky Bluegrass - Time Breathe Reprise lyrics]
Ticking away the moments
That make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours
In an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground
In your home town
Waiting for someone or something
To show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then the one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun
You run and you run to catch up
With the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a
Relative way but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter never
Seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or
Half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation
Is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over
Thought I'd something more to say
Home home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
Tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell
That make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours
In an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground
In your home town
Waiting for someone or something
To show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then the one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun
You run and you run to catch up
With the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a
Relative way but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter never
Seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or
Half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation
Is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over
Thought I'd something more to say
Home home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
Tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell