Sands of Time

I am not going to wait for anyone

On shifting sands

For I have solid rock

In my hands

And bitter words

From the brightest stars

Affected all the blue guitars

 

They have danced slow dances

And some they’ve cried

Anguish in their chords

They’ve paid homage to the dead

Hummed a tune

Broken bread

 

And with a cheeky smile

She slides away

 

I’ll look for true North

Under the Southern Cross

 

I’ve got to do it my way

With dignity

 

I am not going to wait for anyone

On shifting sands

For I have solid rock

In my hands

And bitter words

From the brightest stars

Affected all the blue guitars

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