Slow Cruel Hands of Time

The Biding of time getting stuck in my mind is a boat to row Two hours later back in my neighborhood where everything just stalled 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 highschool 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 packs feeling heavy and soon enough Backwards down the mountain the axle is grinding pull in to the wrong drive The sky is in the yard stringing cotton candy in the fall The slow climb The hard to fall Sometimes 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 towns reveal below Visible wind through the fog Slow cruel hands of time Turning you back into a child