ya zaman, ya zaman, ya zaman
oh father time, she says
won't you slow down for me?
i don't think He can
even if He wanted to
the oud is strung while the dervishes spin
&
there's little lines where her smile fades
but the mischievousness never will
grandmothers/grandfathers and all the love they'll never show
from a world her children do not know
from a world her parents were never from
(oh, generations)
your oriental mind weighs heavy now
the burden of another Atlas, they say
running/run/running
did you stop to see his smile in the sun?
there's a laugh carried by the wind
i hear it now.
i see what i couldn't before,
the blur comes to a halt;
and there you are in front of me
and there i am in front of you.
