Time Goes On
And time goes on and days slip free
With no regard for hopes or dreams of you and me
While countless suns, like clock gears turn
We make mistakes, we spew out hate, we never learn
We watch TV, and go online
We choose our sides, we wage our wars, we waste our time
Big plans for the year ahead
Ten years pass those dreams are dead
Abandoned like a broken car, left to rust out in the yard
Just never gotten to it
Too many things to do
It never ends, constant wear
Fill my glass and I won't care
And time goes on and years slip free
With no regard for thoughts and prayers from you and me
Beside the road, a small white cross, with faded plastic roses mark a loved one lost
My car speeds by the makeshift shrine
I wonder who they were and how they spent their time
Round and round the chairs we go
When the music stops who knows
Scramble for an empty seat, who is left there on their feet
Their playing time has ended
Farewell to those befriended
One day here, next day gone
One less chair the song plays on
And time goes on, eternally
With no regard for specks of dust like you and me
Traditions change, memories fade
Religions wane, empires burn, and history's made
We're too soon old, and too late wise
You feel you've barely lived and yet it's time to die
With no regard for hopes or dreams of you and me
While countless suns, like clock gears turn
We make mistakes, we spew out hate, we never learn
We watch TV, and go online
We choose our sides, we wage our wars, we waste our time
Big plans for the year ahead
Ten years pass those dreams are dead
Abandoned like a broken car, left to rust out in the yard
Just never gotten to it
Too many things to do
It never ends, constant wear
Fill my glass and I won't care
And time goes on and years slip free
With no regard for thoughts and prayers from you and me
Beside the road, a small white cross, with faded plastic roses mark a loved one lost
My car speeds by the makeshift shrine
I wonder who they were and how they spent their time
Round and round the chairs we go
When the music stops who knows
Scramble for an empty seat, who is left there on their feet
Their playing time has ended
Farewell to those befriended
One day here, next day gone
One less chair the song plays on
And time goes on, eternally
With no regard for specks of dust like you and me
Traditions change, memories fade
Religions wane, empires burn, and history's made
We're too soon old, and too late wise
You feel you've barely lived and yet it's time to die
Credits
Writer(s): Doug Brewin
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