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