Hands of Time

Days slip by and I don’t lose that feeling
I might try but my wounds still aren’t healing
I know why but I can’t speed the hands of time
Same old pain folds me over like an ulcer
No bluebird on my shoulder that’s a vulture
Sittin' waiting for the moment when I give in
I’m told they don’t bother anything that’s still living
Knitting my brow it’s written on my face
Hidden in the place that connects when we embrace
A heavy heart comes apart quick but mends slow
Friends know but it sits where most men won’t go
Heartbreak to heartache to dull pain
Late summer sun gives way to cold rain
Reframe the issue from tear-soaked tissue
To «I will survive but god damn I miss you»
Days slip by and I don’t lose that feeling
I might try but my wounds still aren’t healing
I know why but I can’t speed the hands of time
Back to square one my own worst friend
I’m slipping into darkness again
Can’t see the forest for the trees the branches for leaves
The treasured memories for the horrible disease
Last minute held her hand ‘til it was finished
Heaven hell or neither doesn’t matter how you spin it
Dust to dust my beliefs earn my trust
Atheist in the foxhole good luck
I promise to be honest for this song
Then we can return to the jokes and move on
The last thing anybody needs is my heart on my sleeve
But I’m selfish in times like these
Days slip by and I don’t lose that feeling
I might try but my wounds still aren’t healing
I know why but I can’t speed the hands of time