And we talked about time
and how we sometimes wish
we could get past the unmomentous moment
but that's just willing ourselves
one step closer to death
but we never see it that way
we just want to be nearer to that
which makes us feel more alive
And Time
you smirking sack of shit
I study your face as you perform
your sleight of hands
and when the big one's on twelve
and the little one's on eight
I've come full circle again
heading out the door in a groundhog daze
and all this picture needs
is Sonny and Cher
singing "I Got You Babe"
And the hands of time keep circling
like vultures around
my fledgling schemes
my fledgling schemes
but time is well spent
when one's well spent
and I try to think of what
I'm supposed to be thinking
but it always comes back to you
and every song on the radio
has already read my mind
this much I know is true
you make me feel brand new
I say a little prayer for you...
And Time
you old gypsy man
just once I'd like to land
a swift kick to your cojones
as a token of appreciation
for dragging me down
this one way street
And I think I know what it is...
it's this feeling of being alive
that's so heady and bittersweet
Spinning into a moment
that spits in Time's face
like a fortune cookie that reads:
You are living in an eternity...
the time to be happy is now
