A Question of Time
(Brown/Bruce)
Open skies where money flies
Tomorrow's calling
Time to change
Not keep repeating
Wonder Why? . . .
Seems like life is safe as houses
Then there comes a storm
How will we all manage to stay warm?
So hard to be free
To be you, to be me . . .
Must we dream
Of fading screens
Without a warning?
Too many ayatollahs
They weigh our fates in dollars
Expecting grace to follow soon
Then the moon
In their hands
So many foodies grazing
Their consciousness wants braising
Well they promise heaven
But the give us hell
Open skies and love's demise
Tomorrow's calling
Time to change
The tape loop singing
Pigs can fry . . .
Seems the sea is safe as milk
Then sudden angry skies
How will we all manage to stay dry?
So hard to be free
To be you, to be me
Must we dream of fading screens
Without a license
When the walls come tumbling down
I still love . . .
Open skies where money flies
Tomorrow's calling time . . .
