Time Piece

The tramp moves on to the end of the street

I listen to the echo of his hobnail feet

For some there's a future to find

But I think they're leaving me behind.

The world humes on at its breakneck pace

People fly in their lifelong race

For them there's a future to find

But I think they're leaving me behind.

The chances they come, but the chances have been lost

Success can be gained, but at too great a cost

For some there's a future to find

But I think they're leaving me behind.

The wind sweeps up and goes back to its tree

The rain flows by and moves on to the sea

For them there's a future to find

But I think they're leaving me behind.