Paroles Time the conqueror Jackson Browne

Time the conqueror

Time on my side, a stowaway in the slipstream
A time I could glide the shifting currents of my dream
In my dream the singing was coming from the sky
In my dream the sunlight was falling from one side
And every blade of grass was casting its own shadow
And every little bird was singing its own song

Time in my mind, the past of least resistance
The future almost blind, both in need of assistance
In my mind the question: Sunrise or sunset?
In my mind I'm certain: Nothing's certain yet
With every grain of sand casting its own shadow
And every ray of the sun flashing on the sea
Time may heal all wounds
But time will steal you blind
Time the wheel, time the conqueror

Time to decide what kind of world I believe in
The world open wide,
Or the world about to stop breathing
In my world I'm standing just inside the door
In my world I'm speaking into the ocean's roar
And every thought of you casts its own little shadow
And everything I wanted, subject to review
Time may heal all wounds
But time will steal you blind
Time the wheel, time the conqueror
Time will heal all wounds but time ...