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The Moby Grape Lyrics Page |
| The Place and the Time (J. Miller/D. Stevenson) Here to sing our words and song Finger chimes and wonder Nothing, nothing, nothing Mother and Father, think for yourself This is the place and the time Make the changes, hear the time All those silly words don't seem to rhyme Now I'm cold and I wonder why My twelfth-floor mansions seem to touch the sky Tomorrow I'll be back to see if you can really be here My, what a strange vision I have seen And what a change What's that walkin' through my years And breathin' on your mind? When Sunday drivers come and play with theirs We'll be blowin' out your mind |