Leaving On Time
Thomas Faulwell
Leaving on time
Look how the ghosts move slow
Leave me a light
So that my roots can grow
But it's slipping away
Out in the pouring rain
It's giving away
Nobody knows your name
Down on the road
Out through the rubble walls
A forgotten parade
And as the curtain falls
It's giving away
Out in the light of day
It's giving away
No matter what they say