Old man time, Wisdom and Rhyme 

Seeker of reason, reaper of time 

Born to a spell he walks the beaten path 

To hell, rusty shackles of time burden his mind 

Once on his side time turns to defy. 

In a flash of the lightning he's come and gone. 

The clock strikes the hours, he climbs to the belfry 

As he's done a thousand hours before. 



Many dark years, not a vacant hour through 

War and fear had the bell been ever strayed, 

Hypnotized rhythmic pendulum synchronized 

With the beat of the old man's heart. 

Man or machine he's living a dream 

Forever the clock lives so does he 

Faces below fade with seasons of long ago 

Forever awake in his brass bed. 

Who holds the key. 



It's all a matter of time, is there reason 

Or Rhyme - is there? 

Traveler in time another left 

Behind - you are 



Tangled in the web of time you've 

Swallowed the pill of illusion. 

Writings so clear on the wall you 

Waste in seclusion 

Mirror reflects the mark of the crowfoot 

In his eyes now he realize. 

Nearing his hour he climbs to the belfry 

As he's done a thousand hours before 



Moon of blue is in the sky 

West wind he whispers why 

Sacrifice living for life his perpetual vice 



Lonely win blows through his empty soul. 

He cries a river of tears on the clock below 

Nothings forever and time will tell 

His tears rust the clock and he died as well