Time is a sheep
That I keep counting
One minute following the next
Like the rams are mounting
Falling on the hillside
Of a black and white despair
I know I should get going
But I keep going nowhere
Always back into the same old pen
I wish could remember way back when
This whole place was green fields
And times flock hadn't marched
But now the clock has reached us
Time flies by too fast
Put them back into their mother's
Pregnant in the moment
I am here but she's past on
In to eternal foment
