Track of the Time - Nadia Reid

Every man will fall

Fall to his knees

For he has seen love burn

A fiery, black disease

Oh, and every woman will pray

Heaven help me please

Holy, holy woman

Help me feel release

I don’t keep track of the time

Anymore

I won’t keep walking that line

To your door

All my children will know

Know from where they came

That good and evil collide

Their father knows them by name

I don’t keep track of the time

Anymore

I won’t keep walking that line

To your door

My love, he treads the waters

The mountains and the snow

And in his arms I am

To heaven we will go

I don’t keep track of the time

Anymore

I won’t keep walking that line

To your door