Slow Cruel Hands Of Time Lyrics - Acoustic At The Ryman - Band Of Horses

The biding of time getting stuck in my mind is a boat to roll 

Two hours later, back in my neighborhood 

where everything just stalled 

It still looks the same 

They remembered my name, steppin' in for a cup full 

There's a big city man 

I used to rumble with him back in high school 

The slow cruel hands of time 

Turn you into molten lava, oh my 

A place on the rise you can stop for awhile 

Look-out for the police man 

There's no street lamps, only three buildings and one of them's vacant 

It's taking all day The packs feeling heavy and soon the night 

Backwards down the mountain, the axle is grinding, pull into the wrong drive 

The sky is in the yard 

The stringy cotton candy is the fall 

The slow climb, the hard the fall 

Sometimes I don't want it at all 

I've done this so long 

it's something I ought know so long 

Finally up on the pieces disrupting and the birds fly 

Trapped for a moment, the sheriffs department got the wrong guy 

The towns reveal the law 

Visible wind through the fog 

The slow cruel hands of time 

Turning you back into a child