Time Is The Master (Morrison/Murray)
unfolding to behold, not to behave
shadows in the cave, phantoms from the fire
and though I try to hold what can’t be saved
I am the slave, and time is the master
telling me to measure miles and mark my days
feel each moment slip away
feel each moment slip away
straight through our fingers
though we feel it go away faster
it come, it come, it come
so no fear it running out
it never can be done
time is the master
so owned we rise and fall upon its wave
from cradle to the grave, from before to after
and know we never know what we have named
and think that we have tamed, time is the master