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lyrics
He looks at her in her favorite dress.
She looks away, her heart a mess.
They said goodbye, but no one quite knows why.
Her life with him was too much too soon.
She ran away ‘though she loved him true.
She needed time to herself for a while.
She longs to be with him again,
a fresh new start, the pain to end,
and all the things that had gone wrong set right.
This is not a noose hanging ‘round our necks.
This is not a crime that we can’t forget.
This is not a wound that can’t be healed in time.
This is just the swing of a pendulum.
We went too far; now we’ve come undone.
But we’ll find the solid middle ground in time.
Time can be a prison. Time can be a thief.
When time collapses in our hearts, oh the sweet relief!
In time, in time. In time, in time.
A man is standing holding out his hand.
He sees himself in this strange young man
who reaches out and says, “It’s been too long.”
His son is home after twenty years.
His face is hard from holding back the tears
of a lifetime spent trying to be strong.
The son looks back at his old man,
wonders what their life might have been,
and what comes now, after he’s been gone.
This is not a noose hanging ‘round our necks.
This is not a crime that we can’t forget.
This is not a wound that can’t be healed in time.
This is just the swing of a pendulum.
We went too far; now we’ve come undone.
But we’ll find the solid middle ground in time.
Time can be a prison. Time can be a thief.
When time collapses in our hearts, oh the sweet relief!
In time, in time. In time, in time.
Two old widows walking down a road,
too much grief has left them bitter and cold.
They stand on either side of thick barbed wire.
They lost their children to a bloody war.
They no longer know what they’re fighting for,
But the anger lies too deep to be denied.
At the border where the soldiers stand,
guns on backs or in the hand,
the women stare into each other’s eyes.
This is not a noose hanging ‘round our necks.
This is not a crime that we can’t forget.
This is not a wound that can’t be healed in time.
This is just the swing of a pendulum.
We went too far; now we’ve come undone.
But we’ll find the solid middle ground in time.
Time can be a prison. Time can be a thief.
When time collapses in our hearts, oh the sweet relief!
In time, in time. In time, in time.
credits
from Migration,
released June 9, 2016
Written by: Heather Stewart
Performed by:
Heather Stewart: lead vocals and banjo
Arkadi Futerman: guitar
Charles Earnshaw: electric bass
Natasha Price: vocals
Scott Weller: percussion
Kathryn “Kat” Moore: cello
Peggy Monaghan: vocals
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