Time came crawling as subtle as a Trojan horse So I amuse myself with clumsy metaphors So while the second hand slinks toward the inexorable end I can't quite remember who it was I was trying to offend Remembering those vanished days ourselves when young We were ignorant of time perennially young divine See the sweet notes are rising And then they're gone in a plume of smoke And the sand in the bottom of the hourglass makes a bed for hope Keep my soul in song Keep my soul in song