In close quarters I sat Pondering my days of longevity Oh, how the days do seem to pass
And how can I even use the term 'longevity' Twenty six years and my life has only begun
But some grow old long before their time And the days begin to slide one into the other
And I wonder, is this how everyday shall come to pass? The night comes to a close And then the week comes to a close And eventually years come to a close And finally im old and my life has come to a close as well?
Can we never escape the old wise father of time?
I'd like to believe that every minute isn't watched That even free time isn't run on a schedule But eventually every time is up And when it comes I'll be ready
My time will have been expired But not in haste For every prophecy I have ever dreamed of Will have been fulfilled