![]() Writer(s): Peter Harry White, Alistair Ian StewartLyrics powered by www.musixmatch. The last image is of an abandoned part of town, a metaphor, where the silent army of shadows stands for the repressed memories of confusing experience, now covering the walls of rooms where people used to live.It was late in December, the sky turned to snow All around the day was goin′ down slow Night like a river beginning to flow I felt the beat of my mind go Drifting into time passages Years go falling in the fading light Time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight Well I'm not the kind to live in the past The years run too short and the days too fast The things you lean on, are the things that don′t last Well it's just now and then, my line gets cast Into these time passages There's something back there that you left behind Oh, time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight Hear the echoes and feel yourself starting to turn Don′t know why you should feel That there′s something to learn It's just a game that you play Well, the picture is changing now you′re part of a crowd They're laughing at something, and the music′s loud A girl comes towards you, you once used to know You reach out your hand, but you're all alone in those Time passages I know you′re in there, you're just out of sight Oh, time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight Being of a more strong willed type and less of a mediator, he exits to the street, where the quick and easy life style try to intrude, but he kind of laughs a bit and heads back to his hotel. He tries to blame on it on 'tricks of modern times', his friend kind of sees through this and gives up. ![]() He's now stuck in limbo, he has partially emptied his mind through meditation, while still retaining the guilt and confusion of some of the more intense memories, and has no idea how to resolve the problem. Places and their lyrics, caught and released. His friend began feeling guilty about their exploits, and longed for stability, so he sought out Buddism, to let go of everything, which is not what he really wanted. Time Passages was written to mark the date upon which Captain James Cook opened the secret letter the. He tries to talk about the 'old, fun times' of their youth, but hisįriend's mind has been a tangled web of confusion. If I went to look for him I knew he would be goneĪ photograph of yesterdayAnd far off in a deserted part of townįlooded out the rooms in pools of blue and brownĪ man meets his old friend in a bar. The hotel lift softly hummed a Cole Porter song Where the red light girls were coming after meĪll across the city's heart the lights were coming on So I left him, and I went out to the street I've got no use for the tricks of modern times ![]() Wrapped up in the warmth of New York City I don't want to think, just leave me here to drink It was late in December, the sky turned to snow All 'round the day was going down slow Night like a river, beginning to flow I felt the beat of my mind go drifting into time passages Years go falling in the fading light time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight. Someone said they saw you in Nepal a long time back Set off down the highway with your rings and Kerouac So you packed your world up inside a canvas sack It was late in December, the sky turned to snow All round the day was going down slow Night like a river beginning to flow I felt the beat of my mind go. You stood outside and planned to travel the lands Hey old friend, tell me what's on your mind?ĭo you remember the church across the sands? While I talked he sat and he never made a sound See the blonde one over there: I bet she'd be alright Time Passages lyrics: I was making my way through the wasteland The road into town passes through I was changing the radio stations With my mind on you Oh. Sneaking in the back way into movies after schoolĬhasing skinny blue jean girls across the building-siteĬhecking out the dance floor while the band played "Hold Me Tight" Singing Christmas carols while our breath hung in the light Huddled on the doorsteps where the fairylights shone bright It was late in December, the sky turned to snow. So we pulled our scarves around our faces in the night Sign up for Deezer and listen to Time Passages (Live) by Al Stewart and 90 million more tracks. Outside the window the frosty moonlight hung So call the barman over here, and let us fill our glassesĪnd drink a toast to olden times where all our memories lie It's been fifteen years since we last met, but I still recognised you Hello old friend, what a strange coincidence to find you What song will you find on Lyrics Playground today TIME PASSAGES Al Stewart It was late in December, the sky turned to snow All round the day was going.
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