Steve Simpson

 
 

Better Late CD 2006

Hour Glass

03:54
Steve Simpson
0000-00-00

Lyrics

When I was just a little boy running through this house, The years ahead seemed infinite like the marbles in my pouch, I dumped them on the floor, didn’t care where they rolled, ‘Cause I’d never use all of them, I’d never grow old. As the years fell through the hour glass, The ones yet to fall, Turned from sand to little pearls, As their number grew small. When I declared myself a man and moved out of this house, The years stretched out in front of me as I turned my beetle south, And in my head I drew a map of where my life would go, And each year was a critical, short connecting road. As the years fell through the hour glass, The ones yet to fall, Turned from pearls to bits of gold, As their number grew small. And now we’re back here visiting so you can meet the folks, See I found what I went looking for all those years ago, We’re sitting in my bedroom, when something draws my eye, There wedged behind the nightstand leg a single marble shines. Now the years left in the hour glass, The ones yet to fall, Have turned from gold to diamonds, And their number is small. Yeah the years left in the hour glass, Now there’s just a few, I take them from the hour glass, And give them all to you. These precious years I hold to, I give them all to you. I give them all to you. Babe, I give them all to you. Steve: vocals, guitar, harmony vocals Chris Rosser: guitar, fretless bass David Holtzclaw: harmony vocals