Slice Of Time - David Crosby

A slice of time, curling, peeling

Back from the edge of the knife.

Light fluttering as if between two trains

Motordrive frames of life.

Long blends of days stream into nights

Consciousness barely coping.

The land going by seems level

But really the tracks are increasingly sloping.

Images, images, images, images

Arranged against a blank wall

Images, images, images, images

Telling the truth to us all.

Pluck out a day, a week or an hour

Hold it up, hold it up to the light.

Freeze the frame, really look at the faces

With all of your sight.

See the eyes looking at you

Immerse yourself into that minute.

My teacher said time is elastic

I wonder just what I’ll find in it.

Images, images, images, images

Arranged against a blank wall

Images, images, images, images

Telling the truth to us all.

A slice of time, curling, peeling

Back from the edge of the knife.