Slow Cruel Hands Of Time

Intro: The binding of time getting stuck in my mind is a boat to row Two hours later I’m back in my neighborhood where everything just stopped It still looks the same they remember my name stepping in for a cupful There’s a big city man I used to rumble with him back in high school The slow cruel hands of time Turn you into molten lava oh my A place on the right you can stop for awhile, look out for the policeman There’s no street lamps, only three buildings and one of them’s vacant It’s taken all day, the pack’s feeling heavy and soon the night Backwards down the mountain the axle is grinding pulling into the wrong drive The sky is in the yard, Stringy cotton candy is the fog The slow climb, the hard fall Sometime’s I don’t want it at all I’ve done this so long, it’s something I ought to know So long Instumental: Finally up, all the peace is disrupted and the birds fly Trapped for a moment, the sheriff’s department got the wrong guy The town’s revealed below Visible wind through the fog The slow cruel hands of time Turning you back into a child