Time (Live)
I see a young man out walking in the middle of the night,
weeping in pain in pale moonlight.
I walk over and ask him what's making him so blue —
I was once a young man out walking, too.
He tells me,
"I fell in love, but I can't be with her.
What once was a blessing is now just a curse.
I've done all I can and yet nothing has changed.
She loves me back, but we're forever estranged.
I'm lost in this world; I don't know who I am.
The more that I learn, the less I understand.
I keep chasing a dream that I know won't come true,
but when I don't know what matters, what else should I do?"
Owls are flying backwards
like fateful bullets in an ashen sky.
I don't know where I'm headed,
but I know I'm not out of time.
As this young man regales me with stories of his pain,
I think back to the struggles of my younger days.
I realize that he and I have been through much the same,
but time has helped me heal and reframe.
So I tell him,
"No one has ever had it all figured out.
The most confident of us are still filled with doubt.
But doubt is like darkness so wonderfully black —
for most it's a void, but for us it's a path.
You've done all you can, and that's all you can do,
so look at the moon: she looks at it, too.
It may not be better to have loved and lost,
but not living life is a much greater cost."
Owls are flying backwards
like fateful bullets in an ashen sky.
I don't know where I'm headed,
but I know I'm not out of time.
I finally ask this young man for his name.
He tells me, and I realize that ours are the same.
He thanks me and turns to walk away, and
moonlight catches his face.
Startled, I shout out his name,
but he's gone away.
I am out walking in the middle of the night,
speaking in vain in pale moonlight.
I see an older man walking over, asking me what he can do —
one day not long ago, he was out walking, too.
Owls are flying backwards
like fateful bullets in an ashen sky.
I don't know where I'm headed,
but I know I'm not out of time.
Owls are flying backwards
like fateful bullets in an ashen sky.
I don't know where I'm headed,
but I know I'm not out of time.
I know I'm not out of time.
No, I'm not out of time.
weeping in pain in pale moonlight.
I walk over and ask him what's making him so blue —
I was once a young man out walking, too.
He tells me,
"I fell in love, but I can't be with her.
What once was a blessing is now just a curse.
I've done all I can and yet nothing has changed.
She loves me back, but we're forever estranged.
I'm lost in this world; I don't know who I am.
The more that I learn, the less I understand.
I keep chasing a dream that I know won't come true,
but when I don't know what matters, what else should I do?"
Owls are flying backwards
like fateful bullets in an ashen sky.
I don't know where I'm headed,
but I know I'm not out of time.
As this young man regales me with stories of his pain,
I think back to the struggles of my younger days.
I realize that he and I have been through much the same,
but time has helped me heal and reframe.
So I tell him,
"No one has ever had it all figured out.
The most confident of us are still filled with doubt.
But doubt is like darkness so wonderfully black —
for most it's a void, but for us it's a path.
You've done all you can, and that's all you can do,
so look at the moon: she looks at it, too.
It may not be better to have loved and lost,
but not living life is a much greater cost."
Owls are flying backwards
like fateful bullets in an ashen sky.
I don't know where I'm headed,
but I know I'm not out of time.
I finally ask this young man for his name.
He tells me, and I realize that ours are the same.
He thanks me and turns to walk away, and
moonlight catches his face.
Startled, I shout out his name,
but he's gone away.
I am out walking in the middle of the night,
speaking in vain in pale moonlight.
I see an older man walking over, asking me what he can do —
one day not long ago, he was out walking, too.
Owls are flying backwards
like fateful bullets in an ashen sky.
I don't know where I'm headed,
but I know I'm not out of time.
Owls are flying backwards
like fateful bullets in an ashen sky.
I don't know where I'm headed,
but I know I'm not out of time.
I know I'm not out of time.
No, I'm not out of time.
Credits
Writer(s): Liam Hale Mccarty
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