Sign Of The Times - Kevin Coyne

Wild palms in the hinterland

Stretches of yellow sand

A blue bird trapped in my hand

It’s hard to understand

It must be a sign of the times, times

It must be a sign of the time

Time, time, time, time

My friend can’t talk no more

He just gazes at his kitchen floor

Building a boat that will never float

Packing it with animals and bags of oats

Must be, yes, a sign of the times, times

It must be a sign of the times

Sign of the times

Oh, give me a sign, oh, what is the sign?

Oh, what is their line?

Oh, a sign, a sign

Any sign, any line, any time

Any sigh, any lie, not mine, not mine

I’m building, what am I building?

I’m working, why am I working?

My hands are clean and never dirty

I wear something and it hurts me

Must be my sign of the times

Must be, yes, my sign of the times

Sign of the times

Must be, give me a sign

Oh, any sign, oh, any sign

Oh, any line, any sign, any rhyme

Any time, not mine, it’s not mine

It’s not mine, it’s not mine

It’s not mine, it’s not mine

My mother, she knows

I really think she knows

Taken to painting her toes

Taken to wear those odd clothes

Must be a sign of the times, times

Must be a sign of the times, times

Sign of the times

So you can help me

Let me know you can help me

Make it a positive sign

'Cause this face is not really mine

Must be a sign of my mind, mind, mind, mind

Must be a sign of the times

Sign of the time

A sign of the times

My face is not mine

My face is not mine