Where D All The Tume Go?
Where'd all the time go?
It's starting to fly
See how the hands go
Waving goodbye
And you know I get so forgetful
When I look in your eyes
Now she's walking backwards
Through a parade
And I'm stuck in the shadow
Blocking the shade
And there ain't no way to sweep up
The mess that we've made
She gets dressed up like a pillow
So she's always in bed
Flowers for the sick and dead
She's on the go, way too fast and way too slow
She'll turn to stone at hospitals and funeral homes
And when the fog rises somebody sighs
Who is not in disguise anymore
There's nothing to keep you
From falling in love
It starts at the bottom
It comes from above
Like pieces of a puzzle
Like a hand in a glove
She gets dressed up like a pillow
So she's always in bed
Flowers for the sick and dead
She's on the go, way too fast and way too slow
She'll turn and stop at hospitals and funeral homes
And when the tide rises somebody sinks
And is gone in the blink of an eye