Time For Leaving (demo)

Rarities III (2002) 5:33

Lyrics & Music: Stuart Adamson, Mark Brzezicki, Tony Butler, & Bruce Watson

Also See: Time For Leaving

There’s an ill wind on the lowlands
A famine in the hills
A rust storm on the northern seas
A dust storm on the skills
Where is the law that holds me
In a grey unpleasant land
I will not dance for the medicine man
With the happy pills at hand

I will not sing a chain gang song
I will not walk the line
The company store won’t have my soul
And l won’t have his dime
You could take my job and shove it
If I just had one to give
You could take my pain and love it
But you won’t know how I live

I will pack up my things and go
I’m heading down to Australia
Just strap on some wings and I’ll blow
Right here in my time, right here in my mind
Right here in my life, this is a time for leaving

Half my _____ is written red
The other written black
And the wolf is at the front door
And the monkey at the back
And you can say it’s living
But it’s only sex and money
Saw your hand with a blind man’s tin
And it’s no longer funny

I will pack up my things and go
I’ll take a train over Canada
Tie up my strings and I’ll blow
Right here in my time, right here in my mind
Right here in my life, this is a time for leaving

If I fill my eyes up with the sun
And hold my face to a blazing sky
My shadow will be cast behind me
And I’ll look no more at its beaten eyes

With an open sky above me
And a warm wind on my back
With a chance and (?) some to love me
And I’m never coming back
To the place where I was cast aside
Left out of the block (?)
You can wear your thoughts of blame
In the land that mine forgot

Right here in my time, right here in my mind
Right here in my life, this is a time for leaving

Listen to the city fall
Listen to the warm wind call
Listen to me my love
This is a time for leaving