Here you go. Two works of the Devil that will leave you to fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. I’ve looked at them kicking around on a piece of ground in my home town, waiting for someone or something to show me the way.
I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain. I’m young, and life is long, and there is time to kill today. And then one day I’m playing with these things and find ten years have got behind me! No one told me when to run! I missed the starting gun!!
I feel like I run and I run to catch up with the sun, but it
It’s OK, because all that is now and all that is gone, all that’s to come and everything under the sun is in tune (but the sun is eclipsed by the moon).
My favorite lyrics by Floyd, matched only by these:
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground. What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.