Timeslip - Jack Bruce

Leaves falling

Face down on the ground

Lie in the rusty crowd

That waits in the pouring rain

By the pavements of grey

In autumn days

Days spending tie

Outside the place of laughter

Brave weddings

On summer mornings

Gardens of proud husbands

That wait in the silver sun

As the fields come awake

Lost summer days

Days spending time

Making the songs of laughter

Time slipping, time slipping