I've seen what the Good Lord means
I've seen where we've lost machines
I've seen we're a solid match
I've seen where the chicken eggs hatch
And where they go, who knows?
It all works out, the study shows
I've lost my sense of self
I've lost the bottles put on the shelf
I've lost any sense of respect
I've lost any way to get back
And where I'll go, who knows?
It all works out, the study shows
In time all the trees will bloom
In time all the cities will too
In time this too shall pass
In time I'll probably fall on my ass
And when I do, who knows?
If time will tell, who knows?
And when I do, who knows?
If time will tell, who knows?