Perpetual motion takes to the stage.
It doesn’t exist but it’s fun to pretend.
Notions, little notions, I can’t get away.
The patterns in daylight are here to stay.

I’m looking on over at your gay little tune.
Measure by measure it burns in my ears.
The clock swings around to chime out the hour.
From here and to there the distance evolves.

If you come back right now we can play it again.
We’ll tender the silence into verse we can mend.
The thoughts of our passing like ships in the night
Are haunting my dreams and dulling my sight.