The chime of time gets louder by the hour
The thick brick wall is coming up quick.
And not the good kind
You can taste the antiquity in it.
The wear of the years,
The stage has been set by age.
Clean up in aisle sixty-eight!
Stares through me
And asks the same old question
The times. Where have they gone?
Jump out of bed young man I said
There’s nothing for it pop
We’ll see the doctor in the morning.