Paper Page

c. Chromewood Music/BMI

I mark the days on a paper page while time slips away

Moments one by one, like grains of sand

Carried to some distant land by a wind that always blows

I know that time’s not really mine, but I pretend that I don’t mind

It’s an old Nomad’s soul who chooses life out on the road

Torn between the life he lives and the life lived in his dreams

            No time to waste, no time to kill

            No time to wait I never will

            Stop the wind that blows

            Right through my soul

            And when it’s gone and the marks are spent

Will I wonder where it went

Where and when I spent the days

Until my time is standing still

That reflection in the glass, surely isn’t mine

This young boy in the my soul can’t be so lined and old

Seems like only yesterday there was a future to unfold

I know that time will take its toll no matter how we pay

Rich or poor or right or wrong we’ve borrowed every day.

            No time to waste, no time to kill

            No time to wait I never will

            Stop the wind that blows

            Right through my soul

            And when it’s gone and the marks are spent

Will I wonder where it went

Where and when I spent the days

Until my time is standing still

Wrtitten and produced for the multi-award winning film "A Mistress Called Called The Road".