[Verse 1]
When you see what can t be helped go by
With bloody murder in its eye
And the mouth of a man put on the rack
The voice of a man about to crack
When you see the litter of their lives
The stupid children, bitter wives
Your self-esteem in disarray
You do your best to climb away
From the streaming traffic of decay.
Believing, if you will, that all these sick hate days
Are just a kind of trick Fate plays
But still behind your shaded eyes
That mind-constricting thick weight stays
When on the outskirts of the town
comes bumping cavernously down
Out of the brick gateways
From the faded mansion on the hill
The out-of-date black Cadillac
With the old man crumpled in the back
That Time has not yet found the time to kill.
[Verse 2]
Between the headlands to the sea, the fleeing yachts of summer go
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White as a sheet and faster than the driven snow
Like dolphins riding high and giant seabirds flying low.
And square across the wind the cats and wingsails pull ahead
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Living their day as if it almost could be said
The cemetery of home could somehow soon be left for dead.
[Verse 3]
But the graveyard of tall ships is really here,
Where the grass breaks up the driveway more each year
And here is all these people have
And everything they can t believe
The beach the poor men never reach,
The shore the rich men never leave.
[Verse 4]
Between the headlands from the sea the homing yachts of summer fill
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The night with shouts and falling sails, and then are still
The avenues wind up into the darkness of the hill
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Where Time tonight might find the time to kill.
