Late Night Pizza - Armada

The armada of clouds races by
As if to catch the sun
Floating on magnificent blue
Over turquoise seas they run

They take no notice of me
In their hot pursuit of light
For not so far behind them
Is the darkness of the night

Puffed up in all of their beauty
Changing as the seconds fly
Some almost touching the water
And some they touch the sky

They've no need of money
They've no need of food
So unaware of evil
So unaware of good

These are the best of times
The worst of times
Last of times
First of times

I wet my finger to the wind
This time will never come again, the armada

The armada of people rush by
They're always on the run
Driving on magnificent roads
Into the setting sun

They take no notice of me
In their hot pursuit of life
For not so far behind them
Is the darkness of the night

Wrapped up in all of their duty
Racing as the seconds fly
Thinking it goes on forever
They're never gonna die

They run after money
They run after food
So unaware of evil
So unaware of good

These are the best of times
The worst of times
Last of times
First of times

I wet my finger to the wind
This time will never come again, the armada

Written by:
Rich Baron

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