Doing the best we can Watching the second hand Sometimes spins like a fan Sometimes it stops Days blur into weekends Where does it go and then It seems like we're working with A broken clock Time, it is not on our side The days are steps we take Against a fate we can't deny If in the end we fade into the night Then why should I serve time? Remember who we have been Looking at our children How did they get here, Where do they go so fast? If our lives get boiled down To who, what, when, where and how Then nothing outside of now Can ever last Doing the best we can Years start and then they end Blink and it's gone again We've come so far When we're seven decades in Will we still be holding hands Watching our grandchildren? I hope we are Time it is not on our side At last we drift, black ash across the waves into the night In death I am set free from serving time So why did I?