Seventeen Hundred Hours

The way that time moves around everyone has a shot at that time what goes round comes around it happens so to earn that dime All over the world whether it's sun even the stormy winds or just rain the clock always hits that note someone out there's part of the chain In so many places workers head home at this dramatic hour it's frantic so busy on highway with little space at these times life feels so plastic Seventeen hundred hours where then will you be? remember it's just a moment in a minute it's gone you'll see!