Time Ran Out

“I used to think about death and dying quite a bit in my salad days, but with two little kids, I don’t really have time to die (or even think about it much). The line, ‘I would cling to faith like grape to a vine…’ rings powerfully in me and the whole song is a very cathartic sing.”

– From the liner notes of Angels, Bones & Clocks

Well I was blind in my time,
But I was fine.
And in my prime I didn’t mind
Wastin’ time. Wastin’ time.
Then my time ran out.
Now I’m living only in this little rhyme.

There was war at my core.
There was war, little more.
I could not ignore what came before –
A battered door, unsettled score.
Then my time ran out.
Just a dinosaur met a meteor.

Like silver streams in angel dreams,
Songs came to me in such sweet extremes.
They bent the beams, they gave off steam.
But they were never quite what they seemed.
Then my time ran out.
Now I’m livin’ only in the old man’s dreams.

Well in my night, sweet night divine,
I would cling to faith like grapes to a vine.
And that fine Jesus wine
Opened my mind to some great design.
And then my time ran out.
Now I’m runnin’ one eternity behind.
Said my time ran out.
Now I’m runnin’ one eternity behind.

 

“Time Ran Out” appears on Angels, Bones and Clocks.


© and ℗ 2000 Marques Bovre