The Hands of Time

The hands of time are waving me goodbye
I can tell it by the sad look in your eye
There's a sorrow in your smiling
As you try to hide your crying
Without a doubt the sands are running out

Oh, I tried to make you happy
And succeeded for a while
You showed it in the gentle of your smile
But a new love kept on calling
'till your love for me just died
And left me with this hurting deep inside

The hands of time are beating on a drum
I can hear the tune of goodbyes yet to come
We get closer to a parting
Though the pain is only starting
Without a doubt the sands are running out

You can get tied to a habit
'cos a habit's hard to break
And love is partly giving part mistake
So I'll try to make it easy
And pretend that I don't mind
Because we've loved I can't be less than kind

The hands of time are waving me goodbye
If you have to go you have no need to lie
Though I don't think I can stand it
I can try to understand it
Without a doubt the sands are running out

MJM (PRS)

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