NEIL AND THE CLOCK

Do you rememer when all the yesterdays were just tomorrows, yet to come? 

When time was not a speeding train, with no way off,

But just a waiting game...always wondering what each tomorrow might bring?

We'd dance away the hours as the night wore on,

While your songs played through needles dull and worn from use.

We'd dream of you back then, but never understood how quickly

Time was passing by.  We were young and had so many thoughts of finding you,

Out there among the crowds, but never did.  The clock was ticking,

But we always thought that tomorrow or perhaps the next, would be that day.

We'd read each magazine and album cover from A to Z,

Just to find a clue we might have missed.

We'd phone hotels where you might stay, and pretend to be someone

That you should call.  But when that phone call came,

We'd always screw it up, somehow.

By now, you'd built a wall, and very few of us were ever able to break through.

Time was moving on its never ending trail, but we didn't see the hands,

They were just a blur on a clock that we still refused to feel.

You were there, just out of reach, and each of us would stretch our hands out,

Hoping for just one touch.

Now that speeding train has taken us so far from there...those yesterdays

Are gone.  We've watched you change, as we've changed too, from that young man

So unsure, the the graceful man that you've become today.  We still seek you out,

To sit with you awhile, and listen to your songs. They're in our hearts,

Embedded like some warm embrace, that you somehow gave to us along the way.

We've loved you long and always will.  You are our music man,

With a voice and songs like no other.  And that train, it may not stop,

but we will have you within our souls forever.  No one can take away the words

And notes we hold so dear, or that smile you still offer each time you sing to us.

And even though we've never touched your hand, you've gifted us,

In a most wonderful and splendid way, through the words and music that you play.