A series of numbers
A series of bills
Measured by wrinkles
Marked by thrills
A series of smiles
The accumulation of piles
The changing of styles
and passing of miles
Numbers around a face
Numbers in a box
Make us run the race
Make us bolt the locks
Who can outrun time?
It follows where you go
You can't ignore its chime
It defines what we know
I once knew someone
Free of its hold
But that same someone
Was a departed soul
It measures our success
and keeps us on a roll
Without it we're a mess
Completely uncontrolled
Trains pass tracks
and never collide
Time curls our backs
and controls the dancer's stride
I couldn't outrun Time
It followed where I went
Desertion was a crime
and away I was sent
If you try to escape
Tell me how it goes
I'll meet you on the side
Of the departed souls
