Slow Cruel Hands of Time

Part of the talking got stuck in my mind Is a board to road Two hours later back in my neighbourhood, where Everything just stopped It still looks the same, they remember my name Stepped it in for a cup full There's a big city man, used to rumble with him Back in high school. The slow cruel hands of time Turn you into molten lava, oh my Piece on the ride, you can stop for a while To look out for a policeman There’s no street lamps Only free buildings, and one of them vacant Is taking all day The pack’s feeling heavy and soon enough Backwards down the mountain the axel is grindin' Pull into the wrong drive The sky is in the yard Stream cotton candy in the fall Slow card the hard to fall So long times I don’t I’ve gone this so long Something I hardly know Slow gone Finally up the pieces disrrupted and the birds fly Trapped for a moment The sheriff’s department got the wrong guy The town is revealed the lone Visible winds through the fog This slow cruel hands of time, turning you back into a child