Ian Anderson - A Week of Moments lyrics

A week of moments – a clutch of days – Ten thousand minutes of a Pa**ion Play. Medley of quavers informs the tune. It's all too much: over all too soon. Sweet condensation on chilling wine Traveler's palm, flamboyant tree Fast photos ripped and lost consign A week of moments to faint memory. A week of moments plucked from the page Found far horizons, a sunset stage. Suitcases bulge, in silence packed A chapter closed: no looking back. The lightest touch upon my arm No fierce restraint, no call to stay. Hushed room maids glide like pawns to king With pool attendants in chess piece array.