Released on 1982

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Time and time again, I knew what I was doing

And time and time again, I just made things worse

It seems you see the most of what is really true

When you're stepping into your hearse

Only time can write a song that's really, really real

The most a man can do is say the way its playing feels

And know he only knows as much as time to him reveals


[Guitar Solo]

And when I wanna write a song that says it all at once

Like time sublimely silences the whys

I know that if I try, I'm gonna take a fall at once

And splatter there between my lies

Only time can write a song that's really, really real

The most a man can do is say the way its playing feels

And know he only knows as much as time to him reveals


[Guitar Solo]

We are made of it, and if we give submission

Among our chances there's a chance we can choose

And if we take it by uncertainty's permission, then

Then it's impossible to lose

Only time can write a song that's really, really real

The most a man can do is say the way its playing feels

And know he only knows as much as time to him reveals