Hello, Mister Ticking Clock
I've wasted too much time
Thinking of when you'd stop
And my time, my time would be

Up and down I'd find I'd pace
Till the floorboards would complain to me
That I behind in the race
To catch up with my

Time, it escapes me
Like a little child with a fist full of sand
And all I find I'll ever be is
A fool, ever and always...