They say you're savant Say you're savant Say you're a wordsmith, but your word is myth When you turn yourself on Turn yourself off a newfound nouveau a calloused cold You cried "I saw the light! I seen the light!" I saw the light leave your dyin' eyes But your cat has nine lives Cat has nine lives Cat has nine lives left so live a bit Before you're dead and gone And the worms are all crawling on you Time marches on Time marches on Time marches westward with the setting sun On these old afternoons Nothing to do Nothing is something when it's spent with you Because I love you more I love you more I love you this much (no this much) But still time marches on Time marches on Time marches westward with the setting sun And when the setting's done and the mobs are all crawling on you Oh mama I'm sick of it all