Keep My Soul in Song

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