Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock- damn clock - causing me to lose track of my thoughts.
On a wall the clock rocks, back and forth like an old lady, lookin’ like she’s one rock away from a Hearst. 90 years went to the same church, all to do the same thing before dying on Earth.
Time’ll keep ticking and not even notice she’s missing…
Time is no one’s friend, it could care less about you.
But with time, you better take care with what you do.
Time’s old, but never runs old, it’s the vehicle in which stories are told.