Shadows That Still Stretch

I swear these days seem to take just a matter of hours

In the air, every sound that comes down around the radio towers

Sounds like a call to peel our backs from the wall

Reads like a sign that what we're losing is time

Here, everyone learns to run before they can walk straight

Round here we'll be last, be the past

Or the just the ones who asked the questions too late

Unless we drive it past the end of the line

Heading for gone, or just a little beyond

Don't wind the clocks back, there's no time for that

I've seen the sun heading west

That kinda light burns bright and then fades to black

And there's not much of it left

Here in the sun before it sets

Between the shadows that still stretch

I've been led to the edge, nearly stepped into the blue west

Now I've got firsthand proof that what flashes ain't the past

It's what hasn't happened to you yet

So pardon the rush, but there's a window for us

And I'm going to turn this sweat into good luck

It's got to be enough

So don't wind the clocks back, there's no time for that

I've sees the sun heading west

That kinda light burns bright and then fades to black

And there's not much of it left

Here in the sun before it sets

Between the shadows that still stretch

Round here, I've been on the brink

Of walking the line and smearing the ink

And I've been thinking of minutes that I didn't spend well

And Im paying to be here now, to count it down, every ticking second sound

It goes round and round

Don't wind the clocks back, there's no time for that

I see the sun heading west

That kinda light burns bright and then fades to black

And there's not much of it left

Here in the sun before it sets

Between the shadows that still stretch