Getting older
Not any closer
To where I ought to be
Do what they told you
Be a good soldier
Silently watching over me
Can't make it through
Without losing something
My hair's too long
I don't work too hard
Though father time is watching
Product of my environment
Hallowed be thy last name
Fear of the reaper
Makes a light sleeper
Can't let his guard down through the night
The clock keeps turning
The mind keeps yearning
The hands of time stand still for you
Can't make it through
Without losing something
My hair's too long
I don't work too hard
Though father time is watching
Product of my environment
Hallowed be my last name