The moon is low on the Southland, the frogs are asleep on the lake
Did you know that tears run in rivulets and hearts can repeatedly break?
And this may well be the last time if my spirits don't freak up and fly
For thought said it may well be true that our time is passing us by
Occasionally you have called for me, I've always tried to be there
But it seemed whenever my train pulled in, you never did really care
And the only thing I could decipher from the corner of your roving eye
Was that you and I were the first ones to know that our time was passing us by
But it was fun for the first few years, playing legend in our time
And there were those who discussed the fact that we drifted apart in our prime
And we haven't got too much in common, except that we're so much alike
And I hate it, although you're a big part of me, but our time is passing us by
So I can sit here in my silver chair, you can stay there on your go
You can say you've got commitments, and I can say I'm growing old
And I can get up and make comments on the colours of the evening sky
But our ships have come home, and the night's rolling in, and our time is passing us by
But cast us adrift across a few stars, and I'm good for one more try