Ticking and ticking
tocking tocking and tocking
looking at the clock
ticking and tocking

time is going by so fast
change is in the air
in the now, feeling fear
for what will come
this time next year...

will I be in comforts arms?
or on the streets, under stars
will I be a happy man?
will I ever understand
the game we play, every day

so complicated
are our lives
when we cross paths
worlds lines all meet
in space, and time

links and forces bound together
reality needs an observer
before the universe's time
before us all, all of time
ahead of us a spec of dust riding on a sunbeam.
in the grand scheme of things
we're grains of sand on the beach
the only beach that we know
so it is, it is so.