Abra Moore - Sweet Chariot lyrics

Album: Sing (1995)

The rider rides with a clickety-click
And the timer stops for a second or two
You got your hands in your pockets, & 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 not 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, & 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 & me.

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