Rebekah Pulley

Lyrics

THE TIMES
(music and lyrics by Rebekah Pulley)

Up and down along the road
The wind it rolls and rocks my soul
Empty arms no one to hold
But it's getting late and I'm feeling bold

I've got space and I've got time
I've got rhythm and I've got rhyme
I've got a heart and it's no crime
To seek it shelter through the times

Lying in an unmade bed
A dark room goes straight to my head
I think of you till I see red
My eyes they follow where they're led

I've got highs and I've got lows
In-betweens and outside throws
I've got a heart and sometimes it shows
When all the stillness turns to blows

The morning sun it warms my sheets
Then out of bed and I shoe my feet
The kitchen calls, I stop to eat
Then out and up and down the street

I've got space and I've got time
I've got rhythm and I've got rhyme
I've got a heart and it's no crime
To seek it shelter through the times

I've got highs and I've got lows
In-betweens and outside throws
I've got a heart and sometimes it shows
When all the stillness turns to blows

When all the stillness turns to blows