Squalls and quiet, love and lust, luck, the lack of it, and the promise of a new day to try it all again, so long, old day. so long, so long, so long

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Oh find me a home where I can stand alone
where friends come cheap and the Eyes of Love are blind
But hope is dim, I know and the Earth is turning slow
and Time takes its time, takes its time...

Oh find me a wife who will stay with me awhile
with open arms and legs and heart and mind
but I've known all my life that bad luck is more my style
and Time takes its time, takes its time...

Oh give me a heart that won't cower in the Dark
I've never been a brave man but I try
and if we kill the ones we love our journeys over where we start
so meet me, baby, somewhere down the line...

And miles down the line, where stars look dim and small
and dark trees stand against the darker sky
and if I finally find it, or if I should fail and fall,
still Time takes its time, takes its time...