"Times are tough, times are changing

Time itself is a luxury

Times of little, times of plenty

Times that knock you off your feet

Time is cruel, and waits for no one

Time can't wait to bury me

Beneath the very ground I walk on

Beneath the sands of history

It blows right by you like the wind tears across the plains

Cuts you in two like the highway that runs through the heart of this place

Builds you up just to break you down

Leads you astray just to turn you around

You'll find yourself in a jam

Keep an eye on the second hand

Time's a table always turning

Time for war and time for peace

Undeterred and unrelenting

Time is catching up to me

It blows right by you like the wind tears across the plains

Cuts you in two like the highway that runs through the heart of this place

Builds you up just to break you down

Leads you astray just to turn you around

You'll find yourself in a jam

Keep an eye on the second hand

It blows right by you like the wind tears across the plains

Cuts you in two like the highway that runs through the heart of this place

Builds you up just to break you down

Leads you astray just to turn you around

You'll find yourself in a jam

Keep an eye on the second hand "