I look at the clock
and the clock and the clock
and there's hours and minutes and seconds
and so I run because I forgot how to walk
No one, but one, looks when I'm gone
We are running out of time,
if only they knew
they would run too
It's important to look forward
Here's to the future!
and my fickle head
slows me down
and shakes me
like a salt and pepper shaker
that hangs upside down
losing grain along the way
like you I
dig up my grain
on the road
because no one likes an empty shaker
they make an awful empty sound
