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. I missed practice one week and the boys wrote the song’s instrumental bridge in my absence. Musicians.
– 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.
Appears On:
Hey, Listen!
Listen to “Time Ran Out” at the Marques Bovre Music Hub.
© and ℗ 2000 Marques Bovre