Story Behind The Song

Salvadore Dali's painting "The Persistence of Memory"

Lyrics

The Crimson Sun was decending behind the great river, Night was coming.
Many miles away, the city broke into the horizon like a thief.
Here in the land the air was thick and the atmosphere was unsettled. We were going into the city.
The automobile engine beat out a rhythm and we tried to sing along.
The stars were falling comets inside your eyes of blue, when you winked at me, just before I smiled at you.

Time was haning on a limb, dancing in the wind.

The city was lit-up like a carnival with the volume up too loud.
We parked the car and paid someone then absorbed into liquid caos.
There were bikers, there were bankers, there were businessmen and beautiful women.
That was when I felt it - the city was gasping for breath.
The spirit of life wasn't there and they were completely unconcerned.
Within themselves, they disrespected every lesson they had ever learned.

Time was haning on a limb, dancing in the wind

Memory persisted and eventually the truth began to be revealed.
We realized it was all part of the grand illusion -
All that glitters is not necessarily gold.
We turned back, found the key and began to sing our farewell song.
We were impatient to get back to the heartland where the spirit of life is strong.
In no time, there we were, back home.
The rhythm of the night was a familiar tune.
We danced to the smell of sweetgrass beneath a perfect almond-colored moon.

Time was hanging on a limb, dancing in the wind.