Old Time
Nick Cave & Warren Ellis
Wide black trees and a field of frost
Birds fly low and you and me and the car are lost
We took a wrong turn somewhere
Into the old time
Into the old time, for sure
The trees are black and history
Has dragged us down to our knees
Into a cold time
Everyone’s dreams have died
Wherever you’ve gone, darling
I’m not that far behind
By the side of the road is a thing with horns
Steps back into the trees
And a child is born
Upon this trembling earth
Displays each day
Thrown across the hallucination of your hair
A strip of ordinary sun, a biblical sun
A colonial sun, an enlightened sun
The same sun
Made always glorious at your head
Well, we stop at a motel and go jumping into bed
Just like the old times
Wherever you are, darling, I’m not that far behind
A lunatic beauty under a watery moon
You’re melting by the motel swimming pool
By the Time I Get to Phoenix on the radio
Your moon to my shooting star
I’m throwing my bags in the back of the car
Just like the old times
Just like old times, baby
And I’m not coming back this time
Like the old days, darling
Like the old days
I’m not coming back this time
Like the old times
Like old times
Wherever you are, darling, I’m not that far behind
