Time For Leaving

There's an ill wind on the lowlands

A famine in the hills

A rust storm on the northern seas

A dust storm on the skills

Where is the law that holds me

In a grey unpleasant land

I will not dance for the medicine man

With the happy pills at hand

I will pack up my things and go

Head on down to Australia

Just strap on some wings and I'll blow

Right here in my time, right here in my mind

Right here in my life, this is a time for leaving

I will not sing a chain gang song

I will not walk the line

The company store won't have my soul

And I won't have his dime

You could take my job and shove it

If I just had one to give

You could take my pain and love it

But you won't know how I live

I will pack up my things and go

Take a train over Canada

Tie up my strings and I'll blow

Right here in my time, right here in my mind

Right here in my life, this is a time for leaving

If I fill my eyes up with the sun

And I hold my face to the blazing sky

My shadow will be cast behind me

And I'll look no more at its beaten eyes

This is a time

Listen to the city fall

Listen to the warm wind call

Listen to me my love

This is a time for leaving

Right here in my time, right here in my mind

Right here in my life, this is a time for leaving

This is a time for leaving