Trite phrases galore br Memory plays tricks with time br Mirages that with the years br Made believe what was unreal. br br If I had thought I would have lived so long br Or come to this sad sorry pass br I guess I would have said-pass br But time trickled on br Like sand in the hourglass br br There's a perpetual reason to go through the years br Amazing as it may well seem br Some think its destiny br And others a form of being free br br And here in the midst of modernity br What is the belief that keeps people scurrying br Jumping running sprinting panting br br Living lives that build and build br Mushroom clouds, and you and me and them br And women free and unfree br Walls that are higher and higher br br Time, pass me by please br Leave me against this old stone wall br Just leave me be.