Over the Hill

Once you were a young man

Now you are old, you’re over the hill

You can’t cross the palm of time’s hand

Silver and gold to make him stand still

Who could’ve possibly thought

It would go so fast

But it certainly did

Now, you find yourself caught

With less future than past

You’re no longer a kid

Once as a boy time weighted heavy on your hands

You couldn’t wait to be a man

Now you cry, oh, it’s so hard to laugh

And you can’t understand

Why you can’t turn time around

Your hourglass once had a top half

It was filled full of sand

But it’s all trickled down