Track of the Time

Every man will fall
Fall to his knees
For he has seen love burn
A fiery, black disease
Oh, and every woman will pray
Heaven help me please
Holy, holy woman
Help me feel release
I don’t keep track of the time
Anymore
I won’t keep walking that line
To your door
All my children will know
Know from where they came
That good and evil collide
Their father knows them by name
I don’t keep track of the time
Anymore
I won’t keep walking that line
To your door
My love, he treads the waters
The mountains and the snow
And in his arms I am
To heaven we will go
I don’t keep track of the time
Anymore
I won’t keep walking that line
To your door