*Stop!
I wanna go home,
Take off this uniform and leave the show.
And I’m waiting in this cell because I have to know,
Have I been guilty all this time?
*
Life is a short warm moment,
And death is a long cold rest.
You get your chance to try,
In the twinkling of an eye,
Eighty years with luck or even less.
Forward he cried from the rear
And the front rank died
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Just works perfectly (maybe if taken just a bit too literally) with me hating running track in the winter like I am. This part pops up a lot.
A few weeks ago, at the Mark Knopfler show, I was reminded of:
Flick a flick a flam POW!