Marking Time - Terry Reid

Sand in my hair

And sand in almost everything I own

Birds wheeling high in the sky

But don’t know which way to fly, which way to go

Well I’m standing here

Just looking at the sea

Trying to wonder whether it sits for me

Or not at all

No one wants to change it

So many people, so many people

May sit around and moan

But you’re not, you’re not, you’re not

Going to find it very far away from home

I’ve been looking here

Trying to realize

Whether it’s something that I could compromise

Or not at all

But nobody really wants to change it

Call me anything

Call me a fool

Call me what you want

But darling, just stay cool, stay cool, stay cool, stay cool

I’m standing here

Trying to mesmerize

Wondering, wondering if the people realize

Or not at all

But nobody really wants to ever change it

So many people

Sit and ask me why

But I’m just keeping hold of the seeds

Until the day I die

Sitting here

I’m trying to realize

If it’s really worth it

Or whether I should make out to disguise about it

If there’s no way at all