Mesh Hats And Interstates
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Available on the album Made In England
Grey London morning, wet London streets
Rain on the window, wind in the trees
It's my time to write, it's your time to call
There's something about distance that gets to us all
Dark clouds above me, little people below
All walk with a purpose with someplace to go
It's my place to paint my own selfish scene
On this cold lonely canvas, it's just the weather and me
And latitude
Fold back the morning and bring on the night
There's an alien moon
That hangs bet
Few And Far Between
[ Merchant ]
[ alto sax: Maceo Parker/tenor sax: Alfred "Pee Wee" Ellis/trombone: Fred Wesley (together: The JB Horns) ]
Times are far between, and few I bet, when we can look upon our lives without regret.
Of all the things I have done, you think I'm proud of everyone without exception?
'Till you make your peace with yesterday, you'll never build a future.
I swear by what I say.
Whatever penance you do, decide what it's worth to you and then respect it.
However long it will take to weather your mistakes, why not accept it?
My hands, for now, are tied.
I'm a body frozen.
I'm a will that's paralyzed.
When will you ever set aside your pain and misery?
No matter how I beg, no matter how I wish or plead, you'll never be more than alive.
You'll never do more than survive until you expect it.
Do you want to build a world with our lives?
You better soon decide or you can forget it.
My hands, for now, are tied.
I'm a body frozen.
I'm a will that's paralyzed.
'Till you drop that heavy baggage you're dragging behind, there won't be room for us to both go this ride.