Marching in Time

from by Chewing on Tinfoil

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Well, you can walk the line,
And march in time leaving the end always in range.
Hold the grind in the end you'll find,
That the past will never change.

You can't fossilize waiting for a lover,
To appear right by your side.
Can't trawl these lines,
Looking for some information, please.
All your walls, in time,
They'll all fall down.
You can't breath from six foot underground.

Well, you can walk the line,
And march in time leaving the end always in range.
Hold the grind in the end you'll find,
That the past will never change.

You can't break new ground
Holding onto troubles
That stick to you like glue.
You're only skin, a feeble bag of bones and blood, it's true.
All your walls, in time,
They'll all fall down.
You can't breath from six foot underground.

Well, you can walk the line,
And march in time leaving the end always in range.
Hold the grind in the end you'll find,
That the past will never change.

Don't throw your hook in,
Like a farmer, rounding up dogs to count up sheep.
If you live in constant self assessment you'll never see the wood for all the trees.

We'll I've been down and I've had hate.
But I've been shown love when I've been great.
I've watched it all just fade away.

When you're waving at ships from the shore
And your brain doesn't think like before
And your body don't work anymore
And your spirit's just down on the floor.

Please don't wait for me.

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from Moving the Goalposts, released August 5, 2016

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