Highway Of Time

Highway Of Time

By Paul McCann

Green is just a colour that tells me when to go ,

on the highway of time I stop to say hello ,

to all the people passing by ,

some of them I hardly know ,

the lights have all turned red ,

waiting for tomorrow .

I’m just drifting along

with a good friend of mine ,

every now and then at the stop and go sign ,

I see people in a hurry.

they’re running out of time,

trying to get ahead, much further up the  line ,

I’m on the highway of time ,

in the state of love divine

caught up in the traffic for a little while,

where days become light years ,

mile after mile   .

There’s no turning back on highway of time ,

there’s only one direction

and the journey is mine ,

upwards and onwards ,

take it easy and slow,

on the highway of time ,

some people come and go .

I’m on the highway of time ,

in the state of love divine

caught up in the traffic for a little while,

where days become light years ,

mile after mile  .

(On the highway of time , I’m so lucky that you are mine )

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