I sit reflecting

I feel the end has begun

It seems my days now mirror the setting sun

So many places that I have been

This ride that was long seems so short in terms of now and then



For All that has been

And All that is

All that's to be

Lord, I'm just killing time

And time's killing me



Dead man breathing, just taking up space

Calloused and weathered like the lines on one's face

Dead man breathing, my conscience is bare

The lining of my soul is torn yet I no longer care



For All that has been

And All that is

All that's to be

Lord, I'm just killing time

And time's killing me