In the here and now I wait. Down among the young and the old. Between the moon and the ground I play. With my children in my home. . This is for the daughters and sons.
Somedays, somedays. Somedays just ain't so easy. . Wake up, look around. Just before you're feet hit the ground. Where they make the oil and street. Is where you stand and where you sleep.
Well, it's late in the hour. And a few more grains of sand will fall. On the colorful flowers. Have grown upon the dust and moss. . Now I fear the worst is near.