Abra Moore Sweet Chariot Lyrics

Sweet Chariot Lyrics

The rider rides with a clickety-click 

And the timer stops for a second or two 

You got your hands in your pockets, and you're lookin' ahead 

You got no time, you draw the fine line 



But look, see the juggler throws his sticks in the air 

He don't care 

He's got them angels from below, they'll keep his time 

Ever true 



Time isn't after you 

You can't hold on to it or keep pushing away 

Just sitting around in your wishing well 

Paint a wish for you, paint a wish for me just the same 



The poet throws her words in the air 

She don't care 

She's got them angels from below, they'll keep her words 

Ever true 



Speak to me in the way that you do 

And I could be taken back to the days of that old jacket 

Push me in your way, and you hold me down 

You hold me, hold me, hold me 

I kinda like that. 



The lightning pushes on through the air 

We don't care 

We've got those angels from below, they'll keep our time 

Ever true 



Time's tickin' away 

You got no time 

You draw that fine line 

Between you and me