Sons Of Bill Where We Stand
Pushing it out to the end of line
In a leap of faith, a test of time
Hell's on fire and Virginia's green
And you lose yourself in the spaces in between
If you never get used to this
Could you love it all
In spite of what it is?
Oh, he knows his time will come
And leave him right where you stand
Time forever on the run
Just a picture of a man
You can write the tragedy
Inside the secret theater of your dreams
If therе's no home above your head
Just comfort thе dying and bury the head
So, close your eyes and bite your lip, boy
Don't look now, this shouldn't hurt a bit
(REPEATED 2x)
Oh, he knows his time will come
And leave him right where you stand
Time forever on the run
Just a picture of a man