Rick Vines Music
The World Turns and the Wind Blows
The past lives on in a thousand small things we can feel but can never quite hold. The years pass slowly, then all at once. We have a sense of where they went, but can never quite put our finger on it. Somewhere between memory, regret, gratitude and laughter. A reflection on how quickly a life slips by. It's a straight line to a crooked past Think of something make it fast You can see it like a photograph Deep inside your mind It's a long time on a short path A dream you try to make last All the time you spend tied to the mast Drifting through your life and the world turns, and the wind blows the sun shines, through the window and you wonder where did the time go and you think hard, but you don't know It's the search for the greener grass The reach for ring of brass The half full or empty glass You've seen it from both sides It's the love that you let pass The hurt heart that you can't patch The words you can't take back That keeps you up at night and the world turns, and the wind blows the sun shines, through the window and you wonder where did the time go and you think hard, but you don't know It's the sand slipping through the hourglass the trying hard to somehow make it last It's the days that go by so fast sometimes it makes you sad, but then you just laugh It's the time spent with an old friend The old house you grew up in all the boxes in the basement It's the stories that you write and the world turns, and the wind blows the sun shines, through the window and you wonder where did the time go and you think hard, but you don't know It's a straight line to a crooked past Think of something make it fast You can see it like a photograph Deep inside your mind
