[Verse 1] Once art was short and life was long; We stood before you on the stage; marked our bonds in bars We kept the tempo good and strong Together we were all the rage, then the wrath moved on and we were left Hell- Bent Hide- Bound [Chorus 1] In the age of recorded sound In the age of recorded sound Signifying everything we'd do; In time [Verse 2] Then art grew longer, life less so; You paired off into parenthood, swearing you'd be back With longing looks we watched you go But somehow it was understood; further down the track we'd meet again All Home- Ward Bound [Chorus 2] In the age of recorded sound In the age of recorded sound Signifying everything we'd done; In time [Verse 3] Now all our yesterdays await; Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow at the door Perhaps we've left it rather late; To walk among you for a while Very soon we shall be heard no more But in the meantime We can play In the meantime There's still today And today [And today] There's still today And today [And today] There's still today... There's still today