Was there a song Time

Answer 1

TIME by HOOTIE AND THE BLOWFISH

Time, why you punish me?

Like a wave bashing into the shore

You wash away my dreams.

Time, why you walk away?

Like a friend with somewhere to go

You left me crying

Can you teach me about tommorrow

And all the pain and sorrow

Running free?

Cause tomorrows just another day

And I don't believe in time

Time, I don't understand

Children killing in the street

Dying for the color of red

Time, hey there red and blue

Wash them in the ocean, make them clean,

Maybe their mothers wont cry tonight

Can you teach me about tomorrow

All the pain and sorrow

Running free?

But tomorrows just another day

And I don't believe in...

Chorus:

Time is wasting

Time is walking

You ain't no friend of mine

I don't know where Im goin

I think Im out of my mind

Thinking about time

And if I die tomorrow, yeah

Just lay me down in sleep

(chorus)

Time, you left me standing there

Like a tree growing all alone

The wind just stripped me bare, stripped me bare

Time, the past has come and gone

The futures far away

Now only lasts for one second, one second

Can you teach me about tomorrow

And all the pain and sorrow

Running free?

cause tomorrows just another day

And I don't believe in time

(chorus)

Time, why you punish me?

TIME by PINK FLOYD

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain

You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today

And then one day you find ten years have got behind you

No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking

And racing around to come up behind you again

The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre older

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time

Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way

The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say

Home, home again

I like to be here when I can

And when I come home cold and tired

Its good to warm my bones beside the fire

Far away across the field

The tolling of the iron bell

Calls the faithful to their knees

To hear the softly spoken magic spells.

There are peobably more, but I leave it up yto you to find them.