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Lyrics

Barrymore was in a hurry
without a moment to waste
across the great divide of time
the width of too much space

He reached into his pocket
but the token did not find
the turnstile wouldn’t budge an inch
and then it crossed his mind

To fly across the frontier
To find another way
continue with his mission
or be deterred with this delay

It seemed as if the moments
all compressed as one
hours within seconds
since his dilemma had begun

a kindly motion woke him
then in his hand a token
he passed the turnstile’s barrier
and he turned to thank the man

the crowd was like a river
the waves of people tossed
his benefactor washed away
and soon was mixed and lost

Barry caught the train
without a moment’s waste
across the great divide of time
and the width of too much space

across the great divide of time
and the width of too much space

across the great divide of time
and the width of too much space

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Another day…

The mass of souls in transit
a thousand unsung songs
united by separate unity
the path that’s ever long

They share the same direction
But go their separate ways
each searching for the same thing
each acting in their own plays

At each stop someone gets off
and someone else gets on
Repeating and repeating
The path that’s ever long

Barry waits for his turn
standing in the turnstile line
He feels this takes forever
But it’s really only time

The man in front of Barrymore
Was searching frantically
He couldn’t find the token
Seemed an eternity

Barrymore had bought an extra
So he pushed it into the slot
The man, surprised, was pushed forward
He went through like a shot

The man looked to find his benefactor
He looked left and then looked right
Barrymore slipped into the crowd
And disappeared from sight

The man caught his train
without a moment’s waste
across the great divide of time
and the width of too much space