Time

The mystery of time...

You wait for time
Every hour you hear that chime
It might be four, it might be five
Somehow you are still alive
By the mystery of time

The short hand points at the hour
Every time you gaze at it you 'come sour
For maybe you are late
That would be my fate

Why wait for time
There is not much 'fore you die
You are not old
It still has not been sold