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