Sweet Chariot

The rider rides with a clickety-click
 And the timer stops for a second or two
 You got your hands in your pockets, and you're lookin' ahead
 You got no time, you draw the fine line
 But look, see the juggler throws his sticks in the air
 He don't care
 He's got them angels from below, they'll keep his time
 Ever true
 Time isn't after you
 You can't hold on to it or keep pushing away
 Just sitting around in your wishing well
 Paint a wish for you, paint a wish for me just the same
 The poet throws her words in the air
 She don't care
 She's got them angels from below, they'll keep her words
 Ever true
 Speak to me in the way that you do
 And I could be taken back to the days of that old jacket
 Push me in your way, and you hold me down
 You hold me, hold me, hold me
 I kinda like that.
 The lightning pushes on through the air
 We don't care
 We've got those angels from below, they'll keep our time
 Ever true
 Time's tickin' away
 You got no time
 You draw that fine line
 Between you and me.