When God made time, He made plenty of it And left it lying around A little more in the country than in the town And there it was Stuck between every stone or 50 feet below the clouds In the porch light By the pile of bones At the shadow's edge In the holes of the teeth Above the rafters of our homes Sitting in a chair with our beliefs
To hold so much time He made the oceans deep and wide And He made the mountains high And He gave us the means to survive by letting us die And when we're dead, my, my, how the time went by
