The binding of time getting stuck in my mind is a boat to row
Two hours later I'm back in my neighborhood where everything just stopped
It still looks the same they remember my name stepping in for a cupful
There's a big city man I used to rumble with him back in high school
The slow cruel hands of time
Turn you into molten lava oh my
A place on the right you can stop for awhile, look out for the policeman
There's no street lamps, only three buildings and one of them's vacant
It's taken all day, the pack's feeling heavy and soon the night
Backwards down the mountain the axle is grinding pulling into the wrong drive
The sky is in the yard,
Stringy cotton candy is the fog
The slow climb, the hard fall
Sometime's I don't want it at all
I've done this so long, it's something I ought to know
So long
Finally up, all the peace is disrupted and the birds fly
Trapped for a moment, the sheriff's department got the wrong guy
The town's revealed below
Visible wind through the fog
The slow cruel hands of time
Turning you back into a child