It was late in December
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The sky turned to snow
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All round the day was going down slow
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Night like a river beginning to flow
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I felt the beat of my mind
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Go drifting into time passages
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Years go falling in the fading light
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Time passages
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Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight
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Well, I'm not the kind to live in the past
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The years run too short and the days too fast
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The things you lean on
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Are the things that don't last
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Well, it's just now
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And then my line gets cast into these
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Time passages
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There's something back here that you left behind
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Oh, time passages
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Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight
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Hear the echoes and feel yourself starting to turn
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Don't know why you should feel
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That there's something to learn
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It's just a game that you play
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[Instrumental Interlude]
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Well, the picture is changing
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Now you're part of a crowd
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They're laughing at something
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And the music's loud
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A gal comes towards you
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You once used to know
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You reach out your hand
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But you're all alone
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In these time passages
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I know you're in there
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You're just out of sight
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Oh, time passages
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Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight
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Time Passages
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| Al Stewart |
