Song Length |
4:32 |
Genre |
Folk - Rock |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Poignant |
Subject |
Judgement |
Language |
English |
Era |
1970 - 1979 |
Lyrics
One by one
one day you look at your road
long and straight with a heavy load
you stop yourself from asking
what?s it all about
you lose your strength over trivial things
tie yourself in herring strings
losing sight of the very things
that keep you on your road
and as you pass each day in soft and slow denial
you pause to count your points
but they don?t make you smile
and if it didn?t matter that you had to keep on walking you would stop
Chorus
yes i know that i?m slow
but can?t you see i make the best of it
i take on all things as if i knew how
and count them as i can
yes i know that i?m slow
but can?t you see i make the best of it
to deal with it all, to see them apart
i count them one by one
one day you look at yourself
worn down being something else
so much for the promise
that this wouldn?t happen to you
the best laid plans in shifting sands
daily waves with their demands
can?t hold in any weather
and i call this a stand
and all the things you thought that really meant a lot
just meant that you have built a time that time forgot
so now your picking pieces
hoping madly that there?s still a chance to cross
one day you suddenly stop
you look up and you are lost
no memory, no direction and only one way out
i may pay for what i have done
but there is time in the setting sun and time will slowly reveal
that this is not all wrong
so if the leaps i take mean i will crash and burn
just one more thing to do
absorb, listen and learn
for i will keep on seeking, keep on searching
'til there?s no strength left to rise
composed by Chris Lastelle
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