When I look out my window

All I see is the sun dwindle

Life my life it’s passing by

It doesn’t stop to say goodbye

Even when I close my eyes

I still feel time flying by

I want to stop it in its tracks

But my life is like a fast moving train

Where most things are done in vain

I know this doesn’t make much sense

But that’s because it will be past tense

Tomorrow when I look out my window

I won’t see the sun dwindle

I will see the moon shine bright

Because it will be the dead of night