Around time's bend
What we’re doing
With what we do.
Think we’re finished?
We’re not half through.
Castanets may be packed and gone.
Our lost childhood may be “so long.”
Taps on our souls have shuttered gates.
Taps on our shoes still on break.
Granite worn to dust and sand.
One man band without a man.
Silent instruments swallow us whole.
Diamonds expand all the way to coal.
But no people like you and me?
Then no giddyap for t’ see,
No home stretch, no horse races.
Only velcro an' no shoe laces.
We make the world go around,
Three ring circus, car full of clowns.
We ain't nothing,
That's sure something.
We're leaners an’ dingers,
More t’ life than a ringer.
That horse be surely gone.
Straight lines from polygons
But baby it’s not the end
Next start’s just round time’s bend.
No people like you and me?
No giddyap for t’ see.
No home stretch, no horse races.
Only velcro an' no shoe laces.
We make the world go round.
Three ring circus, car full of clowns.
Oh baby it’s not the end
Next start’s just round time’s bend.