ABRA MOORE - SWEET CHARIOT lyrics

The rider rides with a clickety-click

And the timer stops for a second or two

You got your hands in your pockets, and you're lookin' ahead

You got no time, you draw the fine line

But look, see the juggler throws his sticks in the air

He don't care

He's got them angels from below, they'll keep his time

Ever true

Time isn't after you

You can't hold on to it or keep pushing away

Just sitting around in your wishing well

Paint a wish for you, paint a wish for me just the same

The poet throws her words in the air

She don't care

She's got them angels from below, they'll keep her words

Ever true

Speak to me in the way that you do

And I could be taken back to the days of that old jacket

Push me in your way, and you hold me down

You hold me, hold me, hold me

I kinda like that.

The lightning pushes on through the air

We don't care

We've got those angels from below, they'll keep our time

Ever true

Time's tickin' away

You got no time

You draw that fine line

Between you and me