The spinning of time,
The rhythm of years,
Pushing and stretching the gateways of sleep,
The yawning tomorrows,
Shining and gleaming,
And treasures all dusty in yesterday’s keep.
Suspended and hanging,
Time rushing forwards,
Never look back,
Minutes and seconds,
We march to the beat of the time tripping track.
Crowds pushing inwards,
Crowds pushing outwards,
The backs of a thousand heads with no face.
Each step where another has stepped just before us,
Stepping right into another steps place.
Step inside step inside step without thinking,
Step inside step on your blood-blistered feet,
Step inside step inside step without sleeping
The drummer is drumming,