Old Man Time

Grandfather stands tall true and erect his frame withered by old man time his hands move so slow but with that metronome beat once all but new now scaly and with colour fade his lustre all but gone now that time has moved along his withered face stares waiting waiting as the hours pass by moving slowly with a grinder monkeys tune .2.4 .2.4 listen to his timeless sound as the wheels of time slowly turn listen closely there’s a routine in his words he tells you when to stay he tells you when to go his wisdom so profound with that beat that metronome sound .2.4 .2.4 dance to his metronome like beat dance to the tune inside your head hear the beat swing as you whistle out his tune .2.4 .2.4 a hypnotic beat that has you falling falling deep inside his sound he has seen day becomes night then night becomes day he has seen the present become the past and the past become the future he has seen the small grow large and the young grow old he has seen innocence become lost and the mature wither and die he has seen a starting seed being sown then watch it grow and grow and grow