Mr Time - Alan Parsons

Stealing a moment from Mr. Time

He rocks in his chair like a shiny dime

But it’s all for show, all for show

Wearing your name and a number or two

When the minute’s up, so are you

But everybody knows, everybody knows

Watching the hour from the light in his eyes

He waits for your soul to come in from sky

But it’s lost below, lost below

Turning the wheel of your destiny round

When the motion stops — no more sound

Does anybody care, anybody care?

Where’s the man, where’s the child

Wrapped together side by side?

Who can tell you what to do

When Mr. Time has come for you?

See the truth, hear the lies

Can there be no compromise?

And who can tell you what they knew

When Mr. Time has come for you?

Is it a feeling or deja vu

When he points his finger calling you

Is it illusion?

Just an illusion

Picking up seconds that fall to his feet

He blows them away as rocks on his seat

Cool as his smile, his smile

When Mr. Time has come for you