There's an ill wind on the lowlands A famine in the hills A rust storm on the northern seas A dust storm on the skills Where is the law that holds me In a grey unpleasant land I will not dance for the medicine man With the happy pills at hand I will pack up my things and go Head on down to Australia Just strap on some wings and I'll blow (Whoa-whoa-oh) Right here in my time (Oh-whoa-whoa-oh) Right here in my mind (Whoa-whoa-oh) Right here in my life (Oh-whoa-whoa-oh) This is a time for leaving Whoa-whoa-oh Oh-whoa-whoa-oh Whoa-whoa-oh Oh-whoa-whoa-oh I will not sing a chain gang song I will not walk the line The company store won't have my soul And I won't have his dime You could take my job and shove it If I just had one to give You could take my pain and love it But you won't know how I live I will pack up my things and go Take a train over Canada Just tie up my strings and I'll blow (Whoa-whoa-oh) Right here in my time (Oh-whoa-whoa-oh) Right here in my mind (Whoa-whoa-oh) Right here in my life (Oh-whoa-whoa-oh) This is a time for leaving Whoa-whoa-oh Oh-whoa-whoa-oh Whoa-whoa-oh Oh-whoa-whoa-oh This is a time for leaving If I fill my eyes up with the sun And I hold my face to the blazing sky My shadow will be cast behind me And I'll look no more at its beaten eyes Whoa-whoa-oh, mm-mmm Oh-whoa-whoa-oh, mm-mmm Whoa-whoa-oh, mm-mmm Oh-whoa-whoa-oh This is a time (Whoa-whoa-oh) Listen to the city fall (Oh-whoa-whoa-oh) Listen to the warm winds call (Whoa-whoa-oh) Listen to me, my love (Oh-whoa-whoa-oh) This is a time for leaving (Whoa-whoa-oh) Right here in my time (Oh-whoa-whoa-oh) Right here in my mind (Whoa-whoa-oh) Right here in my life (Oh-whoa-whoa-oh) This is a time for leaving Whoa-whoa-oh Oh-whoa-whoa-oh Whoa-whoa-oh Oh-whoa-whoa-oh This is a time for leaving