In this one of many possible worlds,
All for the best, or some bizarre test?
It is what it is - and whatever
Time is still the infinite jest

The arrow files when you dream,
the hours tick away - the cells tick away
The Watchmaker keeps to his schemes
The hours tick away - they tick away

The magic of a life is a measure of love and respect
So hard to earn, so easily burned
In the fullness of time
A garden to nurture and protect

In the rise and the set of the sun
'Til the stars go spinning -
spinning 'round the night
It is what it is - and forever
Each moment a memory in flight

The arrow flies while you breathe,
the hours tick away - the cells tick away
The Watchmaker has time up his sleeve
The hours tick away - they tick away

The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect
The way you live, the gifts that you give
In the fullness of time
Its the only return that you expect

The future disappears into memory
With only a moment between
Forever dwells in that moment
Hope is what remains to be seen