The Time Machine

Written by stuart elliott

If you could press rewind and do it all again
Would you change your mind, would you change a thing
Would you make it easy, would you make it hard
Would you play the game under another name
Or ask the dealer for one more card

Bang your drum, sing your song
Don't give up, keep the faith, it won't be long
You've been high, you've been low
Press rewind and let it go

Have you had your say, seen all you wanted to see
Or did your dream give way to reality
Don't think it's all too late for you to even try
Before you clip your wings, see what this life brings
You've waited too long it's time to fly

Chorus

Do you believe in fate and what is meant to be
Could you imagine life without a guarantee
Would you appreciate that time was on your side
A flash of second sight, a chance to do it right
Is something money just can't buy

Chorus

Instrumental

Written by ian bairnson

No one ever lived a thousand years
Not like things we do or say
Some of those who really changed this world
We would welcome back today
They could really light the way

So call up otis
Call up marvin
Call for buddy. bring them on
Call for ludwig
And for johann
We need lennon. we mean john

Words live longer than a thousand years
Listen hard to what they say
Single voices that would change this world
We would welcome back today
They would really light the way

So call up jimi
Let's have stevie
Look for miles to take the floor
Call for billie
Yell for ella
Call up elvis. we'll need more

So call up einstein
Bring back darwin
Call for newton, and luther king
We need ghandi
Call da vinci
Call for jesus. and ask him in

If we live another thousand years
Who could help along the way?
Some of those who came and changed this world
We would welcome back today
They would really light the way

So call up garbo
Let's have mansfield
Maybe monroe, no she's for sure
Call sinatra
Come on crosby
Is that bogie at the door?

Bring on bergman
How about dietrich
Let's have james dean leave the car
Call picasso
We need monet
Let's have rembrandt and renoir

Call up groucho
Come on gable
Bring on hitchcock and let's get wilde
Come on gershwin
Let's call porter
Maybe duke could show some style

Call up shakespeare
Bring on byron
We need shelley, and maybe keats
Come on wordsworth
Bring on browning
Robert burns, and hg wells

Instrumental

Written by ian bairnson
Keyboards, guitars, bass, saxophone, mandolin: ian bairnson
Drums: stuart elliott

Written by ian bairnson

Out of the blue
I come sailing
Through the years
Through the years
What do i do?
Now that i've seen
All our hopes
And all of our fears

And i'm riding a lonely highway
I'm the man from out of the blue
Yes i'm riding a lonely highway
I'm the man from out of the blue

I travel far
Yet no distance
I'm still here
Always here
So follow the call
To our senses
Still there's hope
Behind the fear

And i'm riding a lonely highway
'cause i'm the man from out of the blue

And i'm riding a lonely highway
I'm the man from out of the blue

Yes i'm riding a lonely highway
I'm the man from out of the blue

Written by stuart elliott

Yesterdays come easy
They're looking back at you
The sun will rise tomorrow
There's nothing you can do
It's the same old story
Coming round again
What is done is done now
You know you can't hold back the rain

And there's no future in the past
So take it slow