ALAN PARSONS

Mr. Time

Written by Stuart Elliott, Jacgui Copland, Driscoll


Stealing a moment from Mr. Time

He rocks in his chair like a shiny dime

But it's all for show, all for show.

Wearing your name and a number or two

When the minute's up, so are you

But everybody knows, everybody knows.


Watching the hour from the light in his eyes,

He waits for your soul to come in from the sky

But it's lost below, lost below.

Turning the wheel of your destiny round,

When the motion stops - no more sound,

Does anybody care, anybody care.


Where's the man, where's the child

Wrapped together side by side.

Who can tell you what to do,

When Mr. Time has come for you.

See the truth, hear the lies,

Can there be no compromise

And who can tell you what they knew,

When Mr. Time has come for you.


Is it a feeling of deja vu?

When he points his finger calling you

Is it illusion? Just an illusion

Picking up seconds that fall to his feet

He blows them away as rocks on his seat,

Cool as his smile, his smile.


Where's the man, where's the child

Wrapped together side by side.

Who can tell you what to do,

When Mr. Time has come for you

See the truth, hear the lies,

Can there be no compromise

And who can tell you what they knew,

When Mr. Time has come for you.



Song copyright 1993 BMG Music Inc./Copyright Control

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