There's no place I've not left in great haste for the journey back home to you Wayside's poor and child my way They all bear your name Rushing through time here or there There's no place I've not left fast in case for you Every cloud in the sky forms your face Is the fire so high? Each landing I make Threatens to take me away Risking my time in a hallowed way There's no place I've not left fast in case for you . . . Tired of waiting for years of fun For the victorious echo of nothing at all Tired of waiting for this and for that and for them Can't save my time anyhow anywhere There's no room I've not left fast in case for you I'm a sailor, tears are lonely and hard For the travelers who come and who go Hear them, their bells toll Not the passage of time But the lonely of those below Healing your time anyhow anywhere There's no city I've not left fast in case for you . . .